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Not Taking a Single Thread from the People of Jing Nation

"It matters not even if you're destitute," Gu Lan replied with a gentle smile.

"Old Yang, attend to your duties," he added, dismissing the man.

"These three have crossed paths with me before," Gu Lan continued amicably, as he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Inside the room, the envoy from the Demon Realm frowned upon hearing the commotion. "I already said we won't drink tea, so why—"

Before the envoy from the Demon Realm could finish his sentence, his expression shifted to one of displeasure as he caught sight of the newcomer. An icy chill enveloped his spine, and his words halted abruptly.

"Senior, I wasn't referring to you..." the envoy from the Demon Realm hastened to explain.

He hadn't anticipated Gu Lan's appearance to be so casual. Not even a hint of aura leaked from him, making him appear like an ordinary person devoid of any cultivation.