Gu Yun could not figure it out, for what reason could Liao Ran remain confident that he would not get beaten into a pulp? Did he think it was because his face was pleasant-looking?

After bathing in the cold gaze of Gu Yun, Liao Ran still remained unaffected. He looked for a chair to sit down: "This ship will soon arrive at Hao Li later tonight. When that moment comes, this monk will follow Marshal's every order."

Gu Yun: "Pardon me for being frank - what exactly can you do? I don't lack anything used for illumination."

Liao Ran: "..."

Gu Yun slightly sat up straight, even as his eyes could no longer see clearly, the sharp threatening blades in them still remained:

"I truly did not expect it before, the hands of 'Lin Yuan' have even reached all the way to Hu Guo Temple already. Master, the two of us should openly make it clear - you people dipped your hands in this matter, in the end, what is your motive?"

The special smile on his face gradually faded, replaced with a monk's sorrowful grievances towards common civilians: "Lin Yuan Pavilion does not harbor malicious intent."

Gu Yun smiled: "Otherwise, how do you think you are still able to stay alive?"

According to legend, in one of the previous dynasties, taxes were heavy, the monarch was incompetent, the government weakened. Talented individuals from everywhere started to rise up.

The reason why Emperor Tai Zu stood out among all of them was mostly due to him being chosen by the mysterious Lin Yuan Pavilion that year.

Lin Yuan Pavilion gathered all gifted people, from officials and nobles, down to small merchants and servants, countless exceptional individuals throughout the country.

At the beginning of the founding of Great Liang, Emperor Tai Zu, remembering their great support, had wanted to make a decree to grant Lin Yuan Pavilion their status. But their chieftain at the current time had thoroughly declined, so they had hidden away. From that point on, this enormous organization was once again silenced to this day.

Gu Yun: "Lin Yuan Pavilion vanished in peace and prosperity, raised up in chaos and turbulence - people said that the Black Iron Camp is a black crow, I see that you are the true crow here."

Suddenly, Liao Ran lowered his eyes, looking like a beautiful and compassionate Buddha: "Marquis knows of my origins, yet you did not prevent me from approaching His Royal Highness."

Gu Yun silently looked at him.

Liao Ran: "This monk dares to guess, all the worries in Marshal's heart, are coincidentally similar to ours."