Separated by a single courtyard, Gu Zhicheng, Wang Shi, and others gathered in the front yard.
Watching the resounding impact on the battered gate, Wang Shi's eyes held resentment. "This reckless girl truly knows no bounds. She actually dared to crash through the gate like this! Doesn't she fear being reviled? Thankfully, the Old Master has advanced to the level of a Saint; otherwise, she might have trampled us underfoot."
Gu Zhicheng's face turned grim as he ordered, "Open the gate!"
Servants lifted the horizontal wooden block that had blocked the gate.
With a loud bang, the heavy gate was sent flying by a wooden beam.
Gu Zhicheng raised his hand and swept it towards the guard clutching the wooden beam.
The eight guards, along with the wooden beam, were uncontrollably thrown out.
Outside the gate, Gu Qingluan scoffed.
It seemed like they finally stop hiding.