When Gu An heard Su Han's words, he could not help shaking his head with a laugh. If this kid found out the person he was condemning was Gu An himself, what kind of reaction would he have?
Thinking of it that way, Gu An actually felt a little expectant.
"All right, focus on practicing your sword. I'll stay with you a while longer, then I have to go out," Gu An said seriously, putting away his smile.
Su Han looked at him and asked curiously, "Grandmaster, you go out so often. Where do you go? Can you take me once?"
Gu An deliberately put on a mysterious air and said, "I have thousands upon thousands of incarnations in the mortal realm, and many identities still in motion. I can't bring you along. That would break the path of tempering. If one day you go out to temper yourself, perhaps you may even run into me, but you definitely won't recognize me."
Those words made goose bumps rise all over Su Han. He did not doubt his grandmaster's words. He began recalling the past, wondering whether he might already have encountered his grandmaster when he had once roamed the mortal realm.
He subconsciously lifted his eyes and happened to meet Gu An's gaze. Seeing that seemingly meaningful smile on Gu An's face, he could not help shivering.
Gu An raised the wooden sword and continued correcting Su Han's sword moves, forcing him to withdraw his gaze.
The uneventful days continued.
Su Han cultivated every day. Although he did not experience any great upheavals, he did not find it dull in the slightest. Being able to keep growing stronger within an ordinary life—this was the happiest life he could imagine.
As time passed, the five-hundred-year term of the Son of Heaven,