Standing before Gu Jiuxiao was a man in his prime. He wore a blue robe, and his face bore a cold and stern expression.,That gaze, as if the one standing before him wasn't his own flesh and blood, but an irreconcilable enemy.,Gu Yun forcefully pulled out the dagger from his mouth and instantly lunged toward Gu Jiuyao. The dagger, like a swift wind, plunged down onto Gu Jiuyao's upper body.。