"First of all, the title can't be called Travel Notes. It has no appeal whatsoever. As a cultivator, do you want to read about someone roaming the world? Do they not have that ability themselves? I like reading it because my aptitude is poor, and on ordinary days I don't dare leave the Taixuan Sect."
Gu An put on airs as he critiqued, and Xuan Tianyi sat down with him, listening carefully to his suggestions.
Just like that, Gu An began his long, sweeping discourse.
Putting everything else aside, the feeling of wildly bragging to the seas and skies was delightful. No wonder so many people liked playing the teacher. In any case, Gu An liked it very much.
Two hours quickly passed.
Gu An stopped, still not fully satisfied, while Xuan Tianyi was deeply impressed. So there were actually this many tricks to writing books—what "pleasure points," immersion, stirring up hatred, and so on. Listening to it left him unable to stop.
The excited Xuan Tianyi rose and took his leave.
"I'm planning to go wander around the Heaven-Mending Platform, feel Sword Venerable Fudao's Sword Intent, and rewrite this book. I'll listen to you—it won't be called Sword Venerable Fudao's Travel Notes. I'll give it a new title."
After he finished speaking, he walked toward the door, and Gu An got up to see him off.
After going downstairs, Gu An watched him leave, his gaze carrying a faint deeper meaning.
An Xin suddenly ran over and said, "Master, the White Spirit Mouse is gone!"
Gu An casually replied, "If it's gone, then it's gone. It knows how to come back on its own."
Many disciples in the valley would receive his rewards and go cultivate beneath the Mystic Clarity Tree, but at present, the one it was most