After assigning An Xin her task, Gu An went to the Cave Mansions of the other second-generation disciples to visit them and offer them guidance along the way.
Although he was encountering more and more heaven-gifted talents, the ones he cared about most in his heart were still this group of mortal disciples who had followed him through long years.
After making this round, five days passed in a flash.
In the early morning, Gu An was picking herbs with Epiphyllum Ghost Mother accompanying him.
He realized he had grown lax. The intervals between his returns to pick herbs were getting longer and longer. Even though he worked hard to persuade himself to stay cautious, the fact was that within the scope he knew, he was an invincible existence.
He could not even see a second Wuji Super-Origin Venerable Saint.
Under such circumstances, no matter how rational he was, arrogance would still arise in his heart, especially when he was growing stronger every day and could maintain that speed of improvement without needing to cultivate.
"Master, can you take me with you on your travels?"
Epiphyllum Ghost Mother struggled for a long while before finally mustering the courage to speak.
After all, she had come to Wushi burdened with guilt. Facing Gu An, she always felt a sense of inferiority, feeling that she was not as good as the other Wushi Disciples, and on ordinary days she did not dare harbor any improper thoughts.
But now, she suddenly wanted to improve herself.
The Wushi Disciples were all striving to become Saints, while on ordinary days she neither went out to listen to the Dao nor went out to see the world. Sometimes, when she debated the Dao with junior disciples, she actually felt that she had fallen somewhat behind.
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