“Hmph! I thought he’d be some unparalleled genius, but… heh, it turns out he’s just a useless cripple who won’t live much longer!”0

These words were no longer just harsh, they were downright vile. Hearing this, Zuo Yang’s eyes instantly narrowed. As for Gu Tian, if he wasn’t held back by Gu Han’s gaze, he would’ve rushed up and tore the youth into eight pieces.0

The noble-looking youth blinked. A boning knife and a big black pot, isn’t he just a chef? And that woman earlier, she was actually holding a needle, as if embroidering? Wasn’t she just a tailor?0

He glanced at Gu Han again. His hair was completely white, flesh and blood decaying. The broken sword in his hand didn’t help. Aside from his extraordinarily calm gaze,...0