Gu chunxing thought about how terrifying the sword Qi was and heard Wei Zhi's words. He could not help but frown.
"Song qingxiao?" This name was not unfamiliar to anyone in the lower-middle class of the Parliament.
Back then, they had sent out two nascent soul cultivators, but they had returned empty-handed, and the person who had formed a knot in Wei Zhi's heart ever since then had unexpectedly appeared out of thin air one day.
Wei Zhi still did not know how powerful she was, but Gu chunxing could already feel that something was not right.
"Are you crazy, woman?" She swung her axes over her shoulders and stomped her feet, returning to the battlefield with a whoosh. "Something's not right!"
She didn't have a good impression of Wei Zhi, but they were still on the same side after all. Therefore, Gu chunxing suppressed his disgust and reminded her.
'Oh.'
