Gu Yue Qianfang's despondency did not last long. Seeing Gu Yueyan preparing to leave,
he reined in his emotions, perked up, and hurried after him.
As a veteran Celestial with years of accumulation, a few ripples of emotion naturally could not affect his mood. Still, the scene from before—the beautiful woman in white, the music cultivator—had left a certain impact on him.
It was not merely lust for beauty, but also the disparity in status, his yearning for the Great Dao, and the innate pursuit of beautiful things—the possessive desire born deep in his bones.
Such burning desire could not be quenched by the ordinary passions between men and women. But even so, indulging himself in private once or twice would be enough to soothe some of his feelings.
"Let's go."
Gu Yueyan swept his gaze around, clad in a black cloak with a relaxed and content expression.
He did not greet anyone. After glancing in the direction Jiang Ruotong had left, he quickly departed.
"Interesting."
Within his escaping light, his expression was relaxed. He only felt that this trip had not been in vain.
This time, he had come into contact with quite a few people and matters.
Compared to Hou Xibai, Chen Ping'an's reaction had instead made him view him a little more highly.
A man with clear bottom lines—he had always admired such people.
However—
Gu Yueyan's gaze sharpened, faint mockery and chill surfacing within it.
"He isn't even a Celestial. What the hell is he?"
The mark between his brows darkened, taking the shape of a dusky moon. As he traveled in escaping light, dim radiance faintly emanated from it.
Compared to Chen Ping'an, the one he cared more about on this trip was Jiang Ruotong of the Luan Ming Sect.
The Luan Ming Sect had