Long Teng had long since grown used to his ancestor's words of encouragement, and they stirred not the slightest ripple in his heart. He gazed at the great battle within the light screen in the sky, yearning showing in his eyes.
Gu An was also watching the battle, but his thoughts were on other people.
A group of Wushi Disciples had also come to this city, preparing to take part in this grand gathering, and the one leading them was none other than Su Han.
Within the Heavenly Dao, people of their age could all be considered young. After all, aside from Hong Xuan, the lifespans of the other Daluo Immortals could all be described with the word long.
In his previous life, Su Han had been Gu An's disciple; in this life, he was Gu An's disciple's disciple. He had always stayed in the Wushi Daoist Field, and the relationship between the two had never grown distant, so Gu An naturally had to look after him.
Su Han was also going to fight. He already possessed the cultivation of a Taiqing Golden Immortal. Even in Zhongtian, at his age, such cultivation would absolutely make him a talent bestowed by the heavens. Unfortunately, he was going to encounter Hong Xuan.
If Gu An did not intervene, Su Han would suffer a crushing defeat at Hong Xuan's hands, and his cultivation would even be crippled.
Gu An had come this time precisely to help him, and along the way, to let Long Teng broaden his horizons and put down his old notions.
The current Heavenly Dao changed with each passing day. If one looked across all the worlds under the Heavenly Dao, almost every day, thousands upon thousands of people with great luck would be born, influencing heaven and earth, influencing