Gu Changqing's body stiffened all over, and he looked at the dark figure in front of him in shock.
The man was dressed in black robes and wore a black cloak; his face hidden in shadow, only revealing a pair of eyes, colder and more piercing than a Treasure Sword.
The man pushed his long sword deeper, piercing straight through Gu Changqing's chest.
Immediately after, the man coldly withdrew the sword, the splattering blood was deflected away with a flick of his blade.
Gu Changqing fell to the ground like a puppet drained of all strength.
The mute servant was too scared to move.
The man did not even glance at the mute servant; instead, he ordered the guards who had hurried over, "Dispose of the body."
"Yes!"
The guards complied.
One of them crouched down, reached out and felt Gu Changqing's neck, confirming that he was indeed dead.
