"Uncle Gu... how is it you..."
Zhang Buku looked at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face before him and asked in mingled shock and joy.
He had the feeling he was dreaming.
The man in black standing beside him was none other than Gu An, his black robes snapping, a treasured sword at his waist, the contours of his face leaving Zhang Buku dazed.
Memories from an incomparably distant past surfaced in his mind.
Before this, he would not think of this Uncle Gu in his daily life; only when reminiscing about the past with old acquaintances would he remember him.
Back when he was still wandering the mortal world, there had been very few people who truly treated him well, and Uncle Gu was one of them.
Thinking back to those days, when demons and devils ravaged the human realm, Gu An had saved him, and before parting, had even given him a secret manual to help him turn his life around.
The memory of that day had always been buried in his heart. He would never forget it.
Back then, Uncle Gu had been brimming with righteous awe, so carefree and dashing.
He still remembered their conversation before they parted.
"Uncle Gu, where are you going?"
"To save those who suffer just like you."
Facing his question, Uncle Gu had merely waved his hand without looking back.
That scene became the goal Zhang Buku pursued in the days that followed. He, too, wanted to become someone like Uncle Gu.
Because of that, no matter where he went, whenever he encountered suffering common folk, he would lend some help, more or less. He could no longer tell whether he truly held kind thoughts in his heart, or whether it was to repay Uncle Gu's kindness.
Only now, looking back,