Inside the inn.
Gu An and Wu Jue had finally managed to squeeze their way to some seats. After sitting down, the two continued discussing the earth-shattering battle from earlier.
Though it had been brief, it was enough to set every spectator's blood boiling.
Gu An smiled and chimed in, though he felt a faint sense of regret inside.
Killing Heaven Sword Daoist had only earned him ten years of lifespan because Heaven Sword Daoist had had less than two hundred years left to live. That was why Gu An had described Heaven Sword Daoist as withering away.
Heaven Sword Daoist had likely reached the Profound Heart Realm long ago. Seven hundred years earlier, he had probably realized there was no hope of further advancement in his cultivation and thus secluded himself deep in the mountains. Yet after seven hundred years of sitting in desolation, he had still failed to find the path.
This time, Heaven Sword Daoist had come seeking death!
Gu An did not dwell on it. His attention was soon drawn to An Hao atop the Heaven-Mending Platform.
An Hao was actually comprehending the Dao!
The sect elders had gathered around him, protecting him.
Good lad.
Gu An felt gratified. The stronger An Hao became, the happier he naturally was.
An Hao was his disciple in the truest sense. Unlike the disciples in Medicine Valley, the more formidable An Hao became, the more glory Gu An gained.
With so many Great Cultivators protecting him, Gu An felt at ease.
He withdrew his thoughts and focused on drinking and chatting with Wu Jue.
Before long, a figure approached and sat beside Gu An. As though no one else existed, she handed him the painting in her hand.
"How is it? Did I paint it well?" Shen Zhen asked