In just two exchanges, the obstructing cultivators lost two of their friends.
The other cultivators quickly gathered at once and carefully distanced themselves from Gu Qing Shan.
One of them called out: "His swordsmanship is too terrifying, we need Old Cheng to come personally to deal with him"
At this point, cheering noises could be heard from below.
The group looked down to see an old man arriving at the plaza.
"It's Old Cheng"
"That's great, Old Cheng has come!"
"It'll be ok now"
The cultivators all appeared glad.
Gu Qing Shan followed their gaze downward to see an old man with silver-white hair holding a long smoker's pipe in his hand.
This is the strongest one among them?
Gu Qing Shan stared at the old man.
The old man squinted his eyes and carefully glanced at Gu Qing Shan.
He started to speak: "Brat, you-----"
