A smile suddenly appeared on Mo Xuan's face, and Gu Lan also looked slightly puzzled.
However, Gu Lan did not show any sign of confusion and nodded calmly.
"I hope, young Lord, that you do not forget our agreement!"
With those words, Gu Lan instantly vanished like a fleeting shadow.
His speed was so fast that it could not be caught by the naked eye.
As Mo Xuan watched Gu Lan's departing figure, his expression slowly changed.
"Interesting, he can even use such a method!"
His words had barely finished when a shadow emerged from the darkness.
The person had a cold expression, with a murderous gleam in their eyes.
"Young Lord, may I assist you in dealing with this?"
The figure had noticed that Gu Lan had left a soul mark on Mo Xuan.
Having this mark on him was not a good thing.
The figure's cold voice had just fallen when Mo Xuan sneered and shook his head.
"There's no rush. I can still deal with this small bit of power!"