Xiao Yi Xian's Pity and Admiration

Gu Zhen and Gu Yao looked at this familiar place. Three years ago, they had followed Xun'er here under Gu Qinghan's lead. Now, because of the Bodhi Ancient Tree, they had returned to this old haunt, and they could not help feeling nostalgic.

Most of these descendants of the Eight Ancient Clans had spent the greater part of their lives within their clans' territories. After all, Central Continent's cultivation resources were far inferior to those within the Eight Ancient Clans, leaving them with few opportunities to travel through Central Continent.

Fortunately, during their previous visit, the Black Seal Army, including Gu Zhen and Gu Yao, had formed quite a favorable impression of Falling Star City, their first stop in Central Continent. Before coming this time, they had already discussed which tavern they would visit for drinks.

Of course, they could not possibly forget their task of protecting Xun'er. As for the Bodhi Ancient Tree, the Gu Clan honestly did not regard it as much of a concern. Before the Black Seal Army departed, Gu Yuan had specifically instructed them that the main purpose of this journey was to travel and gain experience, not to seize opportunities. Preserving their lives had to come first.

The opportunity offered by the Bodhi Ancient Tree was indeed rare, truly something seen only once in a thousand years. Yet compared to the Gu Clan's bloodline and resources, its opportunity did not seem particularly precious. There was absolutely no need to throw their own outstanding juniors away for the sake of a mere Bodhi Ancient Tree.

That was the confidence possessed only by the Gu Clan, the foremost of the surviving Eight Ancient Clans on the surface.

Xun'er's eyes were also filled with lofty ambition. For the past three years, she had obeyed the clan in