Li Xuandao brooded over the things troubling him, recalling the past, and felt only that the world remained while the people had changed.
After sitting on the imperial throne for so many years, he had begun to feel weary of it. Recently, he had been considering whether to abdicate, and he too wanted to go and see the legendary Zhongtian.
He raised his gaze, and it landed on the wine cup opposite him. In a daze, he seemed to see someone sitting there—a scene from very long ago.
Thinking back on his dealings with Gu An, even Li Xuandao could no longer tell when he and Gu An had become close friends.
At first, he had merely regarded Gu An as a junior, a junior who was familiar with his son.
Later, he had read the books Gu An wrote and had formed a different view of him.
After that, Gu An had become Sword Venerable Fudao, someone he had to look up to.
Looking back on the past, a smile gradually appeared on Li Xuandao's face.
"To call me in this way, you really do have quite the perseverance."
Gu An's voice suddenly rang out. Immediately after, he appeared out of thin air before the table, facing Li Xuandao.
Li Xuandao shot to his feet. His face was full of excitement, his whole body trembling, and he was even somewhat at a loss for what to do with his hands and feet.
Gu An sat down directly, then picked up the wine cup that had already been prepared and drained it in one gulp.
Before this, Li Xuandao had prepared a wine cup for him more than a thousand times, pretending each time that he was there. This was also what had moved Gu An.
In truth, Gu An