1904 Incoming Storm Expected 1 (1/2)

Gu Xin Yan was dragged away by the Elders as she continued to fight for a way out for Gu Ying one final time. However, in the entire banquet hall, there wasn't a single person who wanted to save Gu Ying's life.

Everyone there knew that Gu Ying had murdered Zhuge Yin and it was not possible that the Dragon Slayers Palace would let him off. Even Gu Yi had abandoned Gu Ying so who else would dare to poke their nose into this matter.

The Dragon Slayers Palace's disciples went forward to truss up Gu Ying. Gu Ying stood stock still in his spot, allowing those people to bind him securely. From beginning to end, he had a faint smile hanging at the corners of his mouth, seemingly highly amused as he looked at the messy chaos before him.

The Dragon Slayers Palace Lord signalled to his disciples with his eyes in satisfaction and Gu Ying was immediately taken away.

The Dragon Slayers Palace Lord then stood up to say: ”I seem to be a little overwhelmed by the effects of wine so I shall be making a move first.”

Upon saying that, he did not care what kind of things other people had to say about it and just went walking out from the banquet hall straightaway.

”Heh heh, Gu Yi is so hardhearted. Regardless whether Gu Ying is his son, Gu Ying has done quite a bit for the Blood Fiend Palace all these years but Gu Yi has still handed the person over just like that. That's really heartless.” The Purple Thunder Palace Lord said, in a rather good mood from having watched a good show.

The Zen Void Palace Lord at the side then said with a soft laugh: ”Isn't that so true. That one from the Dragon Slayers Palace had been in such a hurry to go back and it must be because he couldn't wait to avenge his son. I don't know if Gu Ying would still be able to live to see tomorrow's light.”

”He will not die so easily. Didn't you hear that one from the Dragon Slayers Palace say it earlier? He will surely take ”good care” of him. I am guessing for at least the next three to five years, Gu Ying will not have breathed his last yet.”

Everyone was debating it vehemently in private, as it was not a matter that involved their own Palaces, most of them were just anxious to see the excitement.

No one paid any attention to Fan Zhuo who had been sitting in a corner with his head lowered, never noticing the hands in his sleeves had been clenched tightly into fists.

Vengeance for the murder of one's son was irreconcilable.