A Tip of the Heavenly Court's Iceberg

The setting sun sank westward, and the Main Sect City of the Qiankun Sect was as bustling as ever.

Inside an inn, Gu An and the Heavenly Spirit God, who had transformed into Bai Sheng, sat drinking by a third-floor window. The third floor was spacious, divided into small window-side compartments, and even though every room was full, it was not noisy.

The Heavenly Spirit God looked at Gu An and recalled the days when he had roamed mountains and rivers with him, matching wits with bandits. Back then, Sujin had not yet taken human form.

Though that experience had been brief, thinking back on it now, it still carried a certain savor.

He could not figure Gu An out.

He had entered Reincarnation without memories, so doing those things was understandable. But why had Gu An accompanied him on those travels?

In his eyes, Gu An was very strange.

Gu An was the most terrifying existence he had ever encountered. He himself was only a heavenly god in the Heavenly Court, and his understanding of the Heavenly Court was also very one-sided, so he had no way to make comparisons.

Yet someone as powerful as Gu An liked playing among the mortal world, and even enjoyed drinking and chatting merrily with ordinary people.

The him in battle and the him in ordinary times were completely two different images, making it very difficult for one to connect those two states of him together.

Gu An looked at the Heavenly Spirit God and said with a smile, "It's rare for you to seek me out on your own. Well? Isn't drinking here more interesting than sitting dryly under the Boundary Gate?"

The Heavenly Spirit God did not answer the question. He stared fixedly at Gu An and said, "You didn't kill