Although the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito had "returned from the dead,"
at that moment, everyone's attention was fixed on Gu Changqing.
The reason was simple!
In everyone's impression of Gu Changqing, every move he made shook the world and stunned its people. He should never have failed.
In other words, since he had said that was poisoned wine, the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito should have had no chance of coming back to life.
For a moment, everyone exchanged bewildered looks, utterly at sea.
Jieyin and Zhunti, meanwhile, laughed openly, their voices dripping with mockery.
For one thing, the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito's return from the dead had renewed their hopes of subduing him.
Like a lost treasure recovered, it was an unexpected delight.
For another, there was no doubt that after what had happened, the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito would hate Gu Changqing to the marrow of his bones.
Jieyin and Zhunti were only too happy to see that.
It could even be called killing two birds with one stone!
Yet, faced with everyone's questioning gazes and Jieyin and Zhunti's mocking laughter,
Gu Changqing remained utterly at ease, as though he heard none of it. He continued drinking his fine wine with abandon, even wearing a faint, inscrutable smile.
Under the watching eyes of the crowd, whose reactions varied wildly,
the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito finally reappeared in the world.
He stood proudly high in the sky, his body seemingly even larger than before.
His blood qi rumbled like exploding thunder, growing ever more vast and abyssal, striking terror into the soul.
Yet, unexpectedly, the resurrected Blood-Winged Black Mosquito showed no particularly deep hatred toward Gu Changqing.
He merely gave Gu Changqing a profound, seemingly meaningful look.
Then he turned his gaze back to Jieyin and Zhunti.
The two smiled and declared smugly,
"Haha, Blood-Winged