Gu Sheng’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes remained a haunting calmness and coldness.
He did not respond to Situ Qingfeng’s worries or statements but suddenly stood up, speaking in a flat yet undeniable tone.
"Set out, to the Southern Border."
"Southern Border?"
Situ Qingfeng was taken aback, his face full of surprise and confusion.
"Gu, going to the Southern Border now? What about the appointment at Broken Soul Cliff..."
"It’s exactly for the appointment at Broken Soul Cliff in half a month."
Gu Sheng interrupted him, his gaze directed toward the gradually brightening sky outside the window, his tone unwavering.
"I’m going to the Southern Border to retrieve something—the relic of the Golden-winged Roc."
He paused and continued speaking.
"This journey, exceptionally dangerous.
Moreover, I will let Linyin Pavilion use special channels to actively reveal my whereabouts."
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Situ Qingfeng was even more shocked, almost thinking he had misheard.
"Actively reveal your whereabouts? Gu, why would you do that? Isn’t that like walking into a trap, telling Xiao Beixuan where you are, and letting him send people to ambush you?"
"Exactly, it’s to lure him into an ambush."
Gu Sheng turned his head, looking at Situ Qingfeng, his eyes deep as a chasm.
"If he wants to play, then I will play along until the end.
At the most unlikely, unexpected time and place, I will first cut off some of his wings, take a bit of interest. At the same time, I will take this opportunity to see what exactly he is capable of."
Situ Qingfeng looked into Gu Sheng’s calm yet extremely determined eyes and instantly understood his intention.
This is how to become the master of the guest, stirring up a storm of blood before a certain-death appointment! He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and pounded his chest heavily, speaking with lofty spirit.
"Good! Since you have this determination, Gu, I, Situ Qingfeng, will accompany you to the end! Isn’t it just risking one’s life? I’ve long been prepared to risk mine for you!"
Gu Sheng gave Situ Qingfeng a deep look, not expressing thanks, merely nodding his head.
"Go and make preparations, in an hour we depart."
After speaking, he did not linger but directly walked out of the Quiet Room, heading to the fifth floor of the Linyin Pavilion Headquarters—where the Intelligence Hall is located.
The Intelligence Hall was brightly lit, even in the early morning, there were still personnel on duty, fully focused on handling information gathered from various sources.
Upon seeing Gu Sheng arrive, two personnel immediately put down their work, bowed, their expressions respectful.
"Greetings, Third Pavilion Master!"
Gu Sheng nodded slightly, and directly stated his intentions.
"I am going to the Southern Border. Through your own channels, ’inadvertently’ leak this itinerary, make sure those who need to know will know."
Hearing this, the two personnel were initially stunned, then one of them seemed to understand something, showed a worried expression, and tried to advise.
"Third Pavilion Master, you’re heading to the Southern Border? Should we arrange for guards to secretly protect you? Or..."
"No need."
Gu Sheng waved his hand, his tone indifferent yet indisputable.



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