Great scourge!
Ever since his grandmaster had said those words to An Zizai, the way An Zizai looked at the disciples had carried a hint of scrutiny.
He realized that in the past, he had paid far too little attention to the Wushi Disciples. Although his grandmaster had said it was impossible for every disciple of Wushi to be kind, he refused to believe in evil.
He would screen them carefully. He refused to believe there really were fish that had slipped through the net and entered Wushi.
If any disciple had set foot on a crooked path, then he could still turn them back in time.
Always following his grandmaster in cultivation was his goal, but if he could make his grandmaster stay in Wushi, that would be an even better thing to him. His feelings for the Wushi Daoist Field ran extremely deep. After all, for Wushi to have the foundation it did today, he had poured in a great deal of blood, sweat, and energy.
In the days that followed, more and more disciples discovered that An Zizai had become strict. He even set up many thresholds for matters like taking on disciples, making the disciples whisper among themselves in private, not knowing what had provoked him.
The news also reached the ears of the second-generation disciples. Toward those below him, An Zizai would not mention his grandmaster's words, but before his elders and teachers, he did not conceal it.
When they heard that a great scourge would appear in Wushi in the future, the second-generation disciples all grew solemn, because they knew Gu An would not speak nonsense. Gu An's eyes could see the future, and this made them pay more attention to the disciples and grand-disciples of their own lineages.
No one wanted that scourge