Feng Tianlan's Heartache

A beam of white light shot forth, shattering the pill that was about to reach Gu Zhicheng.

Those with weaker cultivation turned pale in the face of this sudden shout.

Only Gu Qingluan and Feng Tianlan remained unfazed.

Gu Zhicheng, on the other hand, showed great joy on his face and turned to look outside the main gate.

A gust of wind swept by, and Gu Hongkang flew towards them like a roc spreading its wings, his voluminous robe rustling.

Boom!

His feet touched the ground, and the solid surface cracked into several fine fissures.

The Magistrate of Shuntian Preference had no color left on his face. "Old Master Gu..."

"Dad!" Gu Zhicheng shouted in delight, "You have to help your son, Gu Qingluan has gone too far!"

"Ha!" Gu Qingluan burst into laughter.

Gu Hongkang, with a pair of eyes strikingly similar to Gu Zhicheng's, scanned Gu Qingluan with a stern gaze.

Gu Zhicheng also looked at her with cold eyes.