The three words “Gu seven”sounded like a bolt from the blue beside Chu Junmo’s ears.
Was seven a member of the Witch Doctor Tribe? Did she have the bloodline of a witch doctor?
No, that was impossible!
There must be some mistake.
Chu Junmo had always been proud of his calmness, but he could no longer maintain it.
He held his phone tightly with one hand and almost dug his other hand into the mahogany table. With a trembling voice, he asked the Palace Master of the medicine palace, “The name you just said, was it gu seven? which Gu? Which Seven?”
The palace master of the Medicine Palace frowned impatiently. “I don’t know how to spell her name! All I know is that this woman is Gong Jue’s barrister!”
Chu Junmo’s breathing stopped.
He had thought that there was a one in ten thousand chance that the palace master of the Medicine Palace had made a mistake with the name. After all, the world was so big that it was not uncommon for people to have the same name and the same name.
