Late at night, inside Mystic Valley Pavilion, candlelight flickered. Hot tea was boiling in the room, and Zhen Qin sat dazed on a small stool, staring at the teapot, silently lost in thought.
Gu An was writing a book. After finishing a sheet of paper, he began to admire it, and the more he looked, the more he felt it was rather good.
"Disciple, come over and take a look."
Gu An's voice broke Zhen Qin's train of thought.
Zhen Qin hurriedly stood and walked to his side, taking the paper from his hand and reading it carefully.
"The Seven Great Sages... Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven, Bull Devil King?"
Zhen Qin could not help looking at Gu An and asking, "Master, isn't the bull downstairs the Bull Devil King? You wrote it into your book?"
Gu An asked with a cheerful smile, "Can't I?"
"Of course you can, it's just that this writing style of yours..." Zhen Qin nodded, her expression somewhat hesitant.
Master has this kind of talent too?
On second thought, Master did not cultivate, so he must have had time in his daily life for zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
After she finished reading, she returned the paper to Gu An and said, "It's written very well. Just this section alone, I feel it's already no worse than Investiture of the Gods. Master, are you going to publish a book? In that case, I hope you can surpass Pan An..."
Before she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at Gu An in shock.
"Pan An... Gu An..."
Zhen Qin's expression turned strange. She hurriedly pressed, "Master, you wouldn't happen to be Pan An, would you?"
Gu An smiled and said, "This is my greatest secret, and I've only told you. So can you