Beyond the Great World

As the setting sun sank westward, halfway up the mountain ridge, Gu An and Zui walked outside the forest, their shadows stretched long by the slanting light.

Zui followed behind Gu An, looking left and right the whole way. He was filled with curiosity about everything; those flowers, grasses, trees, and woods were all sights that could not be seen in the Desperate Heaven Tomb.

From time to time, he looked at Gu An, his eyes full of curiosity.

Though he did not know Gu An, the first time he saw him, he felt close to him.

Of course, the main reason was that he had yet to establish any sense of understanding. He did not know good and evil, nor did he know the human heart.

As they walked, Gu An and Zui ran into Jiang Lan, a third-generation disciple practicing his sword in the mountain forest.

When Jiang Lan saw Gu An, he immediately straightened up and bowed to him. Right after that, Jiang Lan caught sight of Zui.

"Are we going to have another junior brother?" Jiang Lan thought silently. He carefully sized Zui up. Though the boy looked young, his aura was very strange, making him feel anything but ordinary.

That made sense. Of those who could enter Wushi, which one was not a talent bestowed by the heavens?

Of course, so-called talent bestowed by the heavens was only on the outside. Once one came into Wushi, talent was measured by another standard. At least, he felt that within Wushi, his own talent was mediocre.

Gu An nodded slightly to Jiang Lan. When he passed in front of him, he stopped and said, "He is your little martial uncle. His name is Zui."

Little martial uncle?

Jiang Lan froze, feeling surprised.

The Martial Ancestor had actually