Bai Piaopiao's eyes filled with worry. After speaking, she immediately sent her Divine Sense into the jade slip, then looked at Yi Feng and realized she had lost her composure in her haste.
She hurriedly explained.
"Yi Feng, I do not mean to blame you. It is only that you have offended this man and are already entangled in a deadly calamity..."
Her expression was anxious, but her tone was tactful.
Yi Feng could tell at once that Bai Piaopiao was merely worried about him, not concerned with that pretty boy. Seeing her so nervous, he grew curious as well.
"Was he really that dangerous?"
Bai Piaopiao nodded at his words, her expression turning several degrees more solemn.
"This man is named Gu Qingcheng. He Entered the Dao through Chess, is deeply calculating and ruthless in his methods. He has been a Saint for several thousand years, and his cultivation is unfathomably profound. He was also born into an ancient clan, blessed with extraordinary talent and foundations beyond those of ordinary people. If he had not been so dissolute in his daily life, his cultivation might have been even stronger."
"Even though Gu Qingcheng's name is tarnished and he has neglected his cultivation, he remains one of the few outstanding geniuses of the past several thousand years. His cultivation is terrifying enough that even certain seniors admit they are inferior to him, lamenting it whenever he is mentioned. Among the Saints who awakened in the past ten thousand years, apart from Su Jie, there has been no one who could compare to him."
Yi Feng was dumbfounded by what he heard.
He truly had not expected that a pretty boy could be this formidable, nearly able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Sword Saint. But it made sense. Without