Like an immortal who has been banished

  Thinking of Gu Yun's use of internal power to break the invisible pressure that Yan Yi had placed on him, but everything was in vain. In terms of poison-making skills, Gu Yun's abilities were indeed second only to Gu Yang's, but when it came to internal power, Yan Yi was far more formidable than he was. Even their master might not dare to confront Yan Yi head-on now, let alone Gu Yun?

  His eyes as black as the night sky gazed at his all-black attire, a white robe underneath revealed skin so fine it was incomparable to anyone else's.

  "The master of the Yin-Yang Gate's Lesser Gate is quite impressive, and yet he still wants to send Yi Yan as a gift."

  He really couldn't break the invisible pressure that Yanyi had placed on him, and he furrowed his brow, looking at Yanyi in white clothes. "What do you want to do? Just say it."

  His thin lips slightly curled up, revealing a clean and white delicate face, always exuding a noble and elegant temperament. Matching his tall and slender figure, his beautiful peony eyes with ink pupils looked at Gu Xiang without any emotion.

  "Was the poison yours or did you get someone else to administer it?"

  Gu Yan looked at Yan Yi, who was frowning tightly. Yan Yi wasn't just scary in a general way - although the corners of his mouth were curled up into a smile, it made people feel like he wasn't actually smiling. The smile was just for show, and only served to make him seem even more terrifying. And then there were his eyes, as black as a moonless night, which seemed capable of piercing through your thoughts without you even realizing it, making you afraid to look directly at him.

  The atmosphere was adjusted to not be affected by the emotional turmoil, with a slight hook at the corner of his mouth and his eyes meeting Yan Yi's dark pupils. "What? I didn't expect that Yan Shizhong would still care so much about a rumored foolish girl. This is truly unexpected for this young master."

  He looked at Gu Rong's expressionless face with a hint of a smile, his voice as calm and clear as a piano, without any emotion:

  "Is that so? I thought you already knew, which is why you used the Yin Yang Sect's Xiang Xiao Di to harm Xian Er today."

  Gu Yun furrowed his brow, originally thinking of changing the subject to avoid being asked who poisoned him, but unexpectedly, Yan Yi turned back again. This man was truly not ordinary, terrifying and sinister. Gu Yun smiled slightly, pretending to be at ease, "Yan Shi Zi didn't think you were clever for a moment and foolish for a lifetime. If Ben Shao Zhu really wanted to harm Qian Xiaojie, he could have used other poisons, no need to use our Yin Yang Sect's poison. This way, if something happened to Qian Xiaojie, wouldn't it be telling the whole world that it was our Yin Yang Sect who killed her?"

  His thin lips rose like the moonlight shining on the pure silver lotus, his clear and white face was always exuding a noble and elegant temperament, the night wind blew up the top-grade snow-white jade in front of him, like a celestial being, giving people a feeling of being rejected from afar.

  "But Yan Yi thought that his suspicions were correct, how could the poison of your Yin Yang Gate be easily obtained by people? The highly toxic Xiang Xi Di is even more impossible, who else besides your Yin Yang Gate?"

  Gǔ yuán yǎn móu kàn zhe rú jiāo xiān bān yī zhāo bái yī de yán yì, zhè nán zǐ zhēn cōng míng, yuán běn xiǎng zhe zhè me shuō néng méng tā yī shí kě méi xiǎng dào tā sī wéi zhè me qīng xī, yī shí dōu méng bù liǎo.

  Translation:

  The ancient eyes gazed at Yan Yi, who was dressed in a white robe like a celestial being. This man is really clever, originally thinking that saying so could deceive him for the time being, but unexpectedly his thoughts were so clear that he couldn't be deceived even for a moment.

  "You, Yanshi Zi, treating my disciple like this is disrespecting me." Just as Gu Yu didn't know how to respond to Yan Yi, a familiar male voice echoed, followed by a red glow appearing in the darkness. A middle-aged man wearing black clothes walked out of the red light, with an unusual red eye on his forehead, leaving a deep impression.

  Yan Yi's expression remained unchanged, his ink-colored eyes still devoid of any emotion as he gazed at the middle-aged man. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, as if he had sealed off his own heart, making it impossible for anyone to guess his thoughts. His spotless white robes stood out starkly in the darkness of night, and accompanied by his piano-like gentle and clear voice, the scene before them was simply indescribable.

  "Has the master of the Yin-Yang Gate also arrived? The momentum is indeed grand."

  A middle-aged man in black clothes, with his hands behind his back, had a red glow shining from the eyes on his forehead, like fire burning. This middle-aged man was indeed Gu Yang, the master of the Yin-Yang Gate. Gu Yang's eyes met Yan Yi's dark eyes, and they stared at each other in silence, not speaking to break the stillness.