"What will you do without me, Bai Yun?!" Gu Chen shook his head, a highly arrogant smirk plastered across his handsome, dirt-smudged face.
"What will you do?"
Gu Chen stepped into the bright sunlight of the Exit Plaza and stopped.
His immaculate white robes were torn at places, dried black blood stained his sleeves, and fresh claw marks marred his chest.
But his posture was perfectly straight, and he carried himself like a conquering king returning to his peasants.
Bai Yun's smug smile vanished, as he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, glaring at the Golden Boy.
"You look like a chewed-up piece of trash, Gu Chen. Did you spend the three days hiding from me?"
"Hiding?" Gu Chen chuckled, "From you?"
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stopped suppressing his Qi.
BOOM!
