In the Purple Underworld, a group of people appeared, with one man in custody.
Below the stairs, Ye Futian looked up there, and the man in custody was Gu Dongliu.
"Dongliu." There was a faint flow of knife will on the Knife Saint. At this moment, Gu Dongliu appeared to be slightly tired.
Those who cultivated were usually full of energy, especially when they entered the realm of Saint. Under normal circumstances, they would not appear tired at all.
Unless... something had happened to him.
Although the Emperor of the Purple Underworld would not do anything drastic to Gu Dongliu during these days of capture, it was impossible that he would do nothing at all.
What did these people want with Gu Dongliu?
Gu Dongliu looked up at the figure above the sky. His eyes were filled with indifference.
Until now, he still did not understand just what he had done.
