Zhen Qin looked at Gu An standing inside the pavilion, her heart surging with emotion. A thousand words jammed in her throat, impossible to speak.
Gu An walked out of Guan Shan Pavilion and followed the mountain path. Zhen Qin hurried after him.
"Your disciple has already been saved, so you should relax as well. It is rare for you to come to Wushi. Why not properly enjoy the scenery along the way?"
Gu An walked ahead and spoke softly. His tone was very gentle, like a spring breeze blowing into Zhen Qin's heart, making her calm down at once.
"Tell me about what you've experienced over the years."
Hearing her master's words, Zhen Qin immediately began organizing what to say.
Having Zhen Qin talk about the past was not because Gu An wanted to understand it. He only hoped the process would help her settle down.
Though Zhen Qin had acted before Su Han like an enlightened expert, silent and sparing with words, Gu An could hear her inner voice and knew her nature had not changed. She was still lively and restless; she simply liked keeping her words bottled up inside now.
Master and disciple walked through the mountain forest. Sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves and spilled over them, as if they had returned to more than seventy million years ago, when they had once walked through a stretch of woods like this too. Only, back then, Gu An had not possessed such an otherworldly, mist-veiled air, and Zhen Qin had seemed even livelier, like a bright, vigorous young girl.
Wushi Daoist Field was very large. That was Zhen Qin's feeling. Now, she also had the cultivation of a Dao Treasury Carefree Immortal; there were not many places that could make her feel they were