Gu Qianchuan sat across from Gu Xingyun.

Nearly two years, he has lost a lot of weight, his hair has turned white, one arm at the sleeve fluttering empty, his face pale, looks miserable.

During the days when Gu Xingyun was recuperating from his injuries, his miserable days might not be considered as such, but they were definitely not easy, even if he was also an invincible realm expert, but as Gu Xingyun fell silent, Gu Qianchuan was still faced with unimaginable ...