In the end, Wu Xie was taken away by An Zizai. When he left, his expression was dazed; he had never imagined that the answer that had troubled him for tens of millions of years would be so simple.
Shen Zhen looked at Gu An, who was stretching his body, and smiled. "They must be astonished, but I believe what you said is the truth."
She understood Gu An far too well. Gu An was not interested in his disciples' talent or achievements.
Otherwise, Shangguan Xian'er and Su Han could not possibly have been so close to him.
Shangguan Xian'er loved writing books, while Su Han loved playing with anything and everything.
"For those who cultivate the Dao, stray thoughts cannot be too many. This boy is good in every way; it's just that his thoughts are too cluttered," Gu An commented casually.
If Wu Xie wanted to follow him, he did not reject it.
Even if the founder of the Great Dao Emperor Lord came before him, it would not be worth worrying about.
He even felt some anticipation for the Great Dao Emperor Lord to come provoke him.
After exhausting every scheme and giving everything he had, yet being unable to shake him in the slightest—such an outcome would surely be a great blow to that existence, wouldn't it?
Gu An suddenly realized that he was a little like the Heavenly Emperor.
He shook his head and laughed, then walked toward the outside of the courtyard.
Shen Zhen looked at his back and asked, "When are we leaving?"
"Next year."
Hearing Gu An's answer, a look of anticipation also appeared in Shen Zhen's eyes.
Although she rarely went out, she also yearned for an entirely new environment.
The following year became the most agonizing year for the Wushi