"How should I address you, young brother?"
Mo Yan glanced at the arrogant Gu Chenfeng, a sinister gleam flashing in his deep old eyes.
"Gu Chenfeng." Gu Chenfeng sneered coldly.
"What? Gu Chenfeng?" Mo Yan's face suddenly changed drastically, trembling all over.
Even after many years, this name still possesses a terrifying deterrent, striking fear at its mention.
If it weren't for the fact that the person before him was a young lad, Mo Yan might have turned and fled in fear.
Of course.
Mo Yan quickly regained his calm, naturally not believing that the young lad before him could be the Medicine God Hall's old patriarch of the past.
Noticing Mo Yan's terrified expression, Ling Qiushui furrowed her brow and wondered, "Strange, why did that old guy become so afraid upon hearing Gu Chenfeng's name?"
Shangguan Yanran chuckled softly, "Gu Chenfeng is now the Young Master of the Medicine God Hall, so how could he not be afraid?"
