When Old Immortal Cixuan mentioned the Son of Heaven Xuanqing—that was, An Hao's true identity—Gu An's expression did not change at all.
"Since you have already thought it through, I wish you good luck."
Gu An lifted his wine cup and laughed softly.
As long as Xuanyuan Renzun did not try to force him, then he would simply treat it as making a friend.
If he did try to force him, Gu An did not mind teaching him a lesson.
Looking across the Heavenly Court, aside from the Heavenly Emperor, only a small number of Heavenly Dao Supremes could reach Mystic Profound Venerable Immortal. This was Gu An's confidence.
Even if the Heavenly Court came attacking, he could move the Nine Spirits Continent away with a single thought. If he wanted, he could even take the Heavenly Spirit Great World with him and flee into the depths of chaos.
The Heavenly Dao was vast, and the breadth covered by its fortune could be called boundless and endless. But however vast the Heavenly Dao was, it could not compare to the Great Dao. There would always be places the Heavenly Dao could not reach.
Xuanyuan Renzun narrowed his eyes and stared fixedly at Gu An. Old Immortal Cixuan also did not know what to say, and could only raise his cup to drink with Gu An.
While drinking, Old Immortal Cixuan gave Xuanyuan Renzun a look, signaling him not to act recklessly.
At the very least, Gu An had shown no favorable impression toward Taixian Shenyuan. It was certainly regrettable that they could not win him over, but they absolutely could not become enemies.
After that, Gu An and Old Immortal Cixuan began to chat idly. They no longer discussed the struggle between the Sons of Heaven, but instead spoke of