Besides Huang Zhong, his bodyguard, there were no others around Marquis Gu.
Gu Jiao ruled out the possibility that he was here to capture her.
But if he wasn't here to capture her, why had he appeared?
Gu Jiao had no penchant for this haughty marquis who thought of commoners as insects. Holding her little Junior Pure Land tightly, she watched him with caution.
If he dared to hurt them, she wouldn't mind claiming his life right there and then.
Marquis Gu noticed Gu Jiao's hostility. He cleared his throat and sternly said, "I'm not here to capture you. I bear no ill will."
Despite his declaration, Gu Jiao remained wary of him.
Marquis Gu's emotions were complex. He was struggling with accepting that this girl who had repeatedly outsmarted him, was, in fact, his long-lost blood. He also felt remorse over their past grievances.
Regardless, since he had come, he needed to speak his mind.
Marquis Gu gestured to Huang Zhong, who retreated to a distance.