"Fellow Daoist Ying Wu, since Gu Huang disgusts you so much, why not find an opportunity to get rid of him?" Song Wen transmitted.
"We shall see. So long as he does not seek death of his own accord, I do not wish to kill him. After all, we have been fellow disciples for several thousand years. Most of our old acquaintances from back then have already died and vanished into the Dao; only a few remain. Besides, though he is detestable, he has never harbored any intent to harm me," Ying Wu transmitted in reply.
Song Wen could not help but feel somewhat disappointed.
The grudge between him and Gu Huang ran deep. Naturally, he hoped to get rid of the man, but Ying Wu still cherished the bond of fellow disciples.
He could only temporarily set aside his thoughts of killing Gu Huang.
With his current strength, killing Gu Huang would not be difficult. However, given the present circumstances, it was neither convenient to act nor easy to succeed.
Still, even if he had no chance to get rid of Gu Huang, he could at least make the man sick with rage.
Song Wen suddenly shifted several yards sideways, closing the distance to Ying Wu until they were nearly shoulder to shoulder.
If the two of them could spot the three people opposite them, those three naturally noticed them as well.
"Ying Wu! Why is she here?" Gu Huang's face was filled with astonishment.
The woman beside him could not help but feel puzzled.
"Fellow Daoist Gu Huang, what is it?" The woman clearly did not know Ying Wu and asked.
Gu Huang said, "That woman over there is my fellow disciple, Ying Wu, not Wang Qiuyue. She is extremely powerful, one of the foremost figures in the