A Newborn Calf Is Not Afraid of Tigers (3)

This breath was much more ferocious than Rao Yaoyao's Secular Sword. This was the real Secular Sword!

He quickly adapted to the rhythm here.

As he walked, he took out the paper fan from Master Siren that Bazhun'an had prepared for him from his sleeve. On it was the name that Bazhun'an had given him.

"Xu Gusheng."

Qiao'er's gaze shifted from the few flamboyant words on the paper fan and stared at the sickly and pale face in front of her with great care.

"Xu Gusheng, Gusheng, Gusheng..."

"The old is gone, but the new is born, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new. Young Master's name is really nice!"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't know that this lousy name could be analyzed in such a manner. He thought to himself, "No wonder this Yougui Pavilion is such an Exotic Pavilion. The people here are so cultured!

"Where is Young Master from? Is it the higher void Xu Family?"

"+(Detected. Passive Points+)+1."