The Dao Court's Backer

Long Teng looked at Gu An before him and felt a sense of unreality.

He still remembered the scene that day when his grandmaster had raised a hand on the Heaven-Mending Platform and suppressed Qingtian Old Ancestor. Even now, it was vivid before his eyes.

Even though he had already witnessed the bearing of many mighty experts, he had never been able to forget his grandmaster.

Moreover, the Dharma Image Long Qing had summoned at the very end that day had felt very similar to his grandmaster. Even though his father had not said much, he had always had this guess in his heart.

Looking at the excited Long Teng, Gu An smiled and asked, "You're not in a hurry to go back, are you? Shall we find somewhere to sit?"

As long as Long Teng left the city, trouble would soon wrap itself around him.

Long Teng hurriedly answered, "No hurry, no hurry..."

He was at a loss, not knowing how he should face his grandmaster.

The man in blue, meanwhile, was astonished. This was the first time he had seen Long Teng lose his composure like this. He did not dare look down on Gu An and could only silently bow.

Afterward, the three of them walked into Dao City. Within Dao City, there were plenty of places where they could sit down and chat.

In the end, they found an inn. The three sat down by a window on the fourth floor. After Long Teng ordered wine and dishes, he looked at Gu An expectantly.

His grandmaster had appeared in the Dao Court. Surely he had not come specifically to find him, had he?

Even if not, now that his grandmaster had shown himself, he must have some business with him.

He knew his own limits. He