The Civilian Trading.
Outside the main hall.
Jia Wandao took a deep breath, and his rapidly beating heart finally slowed down.
The pupils of the teenager in his hand also regained their agility from the previous extreme constriction.
A moment later, he opened his mouth, his voice a bit hoarse.
"Father, Gu Mo actually killed the Great Ritual Officer with just one sword, how is he so strong!"
At this moment, there are still doubts in his eyes.
Even now, he hardly dares to believe what he saw a moment ago.
The Great Ritual Officer of the Civilian Trading, an existence in the Body Forging Realm Eightfold, was beheaded by Gu Mo in a single move.
Jia Wandao looked at him: "You know why I stopped you, right! Remember one thing, mishap stems from spoken words. If you provoke someone who is unprovokable again, even I won't be able to save you."
"Yes! Father!"
The young man said, cupping his swollen cheek.
After educating his son, Jia Wandao hurried to the storeroom.
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