Standing before Gu Jiuxiao was a man in his prime. He wore a blue robe, and his face bore a cold and stern expression.,With every word Gu Yun uttered, Gu Jiuyao felt as if a sword pierced her heart. Her already numb heart trembled violently once more.,This sword strike, carrying an overwhelming amount of hatred, was as if it wanted to rip out his black heart.。