"Thank you for your kindness, but for now I don't have many thoughts about cultivation. I just want to clear my head and let my Dao Heart settle."
Gu An answered with a smile. After hearing him, the male disciple did not get angry; he merely showed a look of regret.
The female disciple said, "Exactly. What's there to listen to? Isn't it just the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit? Master just wants to show off."
As soon as she said this, the male disciple glared at her and scolded, "Yue'er, you are not allowed to offend Master like that!"
The female disciple called Yue'er grew even angrier and said, "In this Wushi Realm, Golden Immortals are everywhere. As soon as Master gains the slightest insight, he has to summon us all. If he doesn't find it tiring, I still find it troublesome!"
The male disciple was furious, but at the same time extremely embarrassed. After all, Gu An was still present. It was not only his master who had lost face; he felt he had lost face as well, since he was the eldest disciple under his master's knee.
Gu An asked, "Can you not refuse your master's arrangements?"
When Yue'er heard this, her resentment grew even stronger. Gritting her teeth, she said, "How could we? The moment we want to refuse, he blames us for not striving to improve, says we're wasting such a good cultivation environment in the Wushi Realm. And my brother too—oh right, I forgot to introduce him. He is the eldest disciple under my master. Perhaps you've heard his Daoist name. He is Chang Lanzi. If you haven't heard of him, then he really needs to reflect on himself."
This string of cannon-fire words made the male disciple named Chang Lanzi's face shift between blue