The dark hall was dark, with only scattered candlelight swaying in the wind. This is an ancient palace without walls. The cold wind passing through the hall makes people shiver.
But the man standing down the hall did not. His face couldn't be seen clearly in the night, but his waist stood straight, like a thin sword unsheathed. He was waiting, waiting for his first mission.
Gongsun Wu doesn't have the posture of the owner of Yuqian. He is seventeen years old, has an out-of-the-box personality, listens to songs and sings in his spare time, and always has a beautiful woman to accompany him. He looks like a playboy, and even in serious matters, he has to steal from the rich and give to the poor, like a wanderer.