Before he heard that voice, Gu Yuxian had been in quite a good mood.
As a highly respected elder of the Jianghu, renowned for both his seniority and his Martial Arts, he had clearly been afforded the courtesy his station deserved.
These juniors from the younger generation knew their place, a fact he thoroughly enjoyed.
This feeling of satisfaction almost made him forget the wound to his pride inflicted by a certain brat who had no respect for his elders.
But just then, that familiar voice suddenly reached his ears.
A deliberately buried memory was suddenly unlocked, and a bone-deep chill shot up his spine to the crown of his head.
The people who had just been clearing a path for him couldn't help but stare in astonishment when they heard this name.
For one, they wondered who could be so audacious as to call Gu Yuxian "Old Man Gu." For another, they were shocked by Gu Yuxian's reaction... Why did he look like he'd been struck motionless, as if his pressure points were sealed?
