Chapter 239 - 167 Demi Immortal Xuan Yue_2
Gu Wen always displayed humility towards his own people; after all, being amiable tended to please others more. Empty flattery didn’t cost him anything, nor did he lose a piece of flesh by it.
That was the truth. If it was just about him alone, the Devil Clan would still hold the advantage. If Ao Heng decided to turn hostile with a thicker skin, it wouldn’t be something Gu Wen could handle with just the Immortal Sword.
Against Ao Heng, at most he could overcome an opponent one level higher than him, but when it came to two levels, the situation only allowed for resistance—the other party could withstand the Immortal Sword without harm at three levels.
A flicker of surprise crossed Chan Xi’s normally cold face, a hint of admiration coloring her tone as she said, "Junior brother is not as arrogant and overbearing as the rumors suggest. It seems I have misunderstood you."
"Rumors can do great harm; senior sister mustn’t believe them," Gu Wen immediately responded, denying it, "I have always treated people with humility, but alas, there are always troublemakers around. In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, I had to keep a low profile with a sharp edge."
"Indeed."
Chan Xi nodded in agreement, her own memories containing instances where flattery and sycophancy had been quite vexing.
Beside them, Yu Hua showed a resigned expression—this fellow had quickly switched back to his usual blustering self, but at least he showed his sharp edges to his enemies.
"Red Dust!"
A petulant, crisp voice rose from below as a three-meter-tall golden figure descended like a shooting star and landed three steps away from Gu Wen, shedding its golden light to reveal a short-haired girl just about four and a half feet tall.