Early the next morning, Gu An rode Blood Prison Great Sage to Outer Sect City. He had not come for several months, and today he had sensed the aura of an old friend, so he had come to look around.
He did not go straight to find that old friend, but wandered through the city instead.
These days, more and more people greeted him, and he could not help wondering whether, a thousand years from now, the Taixuan Sect would be filled with his disciples.
Tsk, tsk. Who knew how many more years he would have to muddle along before he could become a Supreme Elder.
Blood Prison Great Sage, whose cultivation had reached the Golden Core Realm, had an even stronger presence now. His shoulders stood two meters high, and as he walked, his blood-red fur rippled, making the disciples along the way turn their heads again and again.
"Master, why can't Long Qing cultivate spiritual power? And his qi and blood are strengthening so quickly," Blood Prison Great Sage suddenly asked.
Gu An was not afraid that the people on the street would overhear. He answered casually, "Perhaps there are other hidden circumstances."
When Blood Prison Great Sage heard this, the guess in his heart grew even more certain. He asked carefully, "He can't be the same as me, can he?"
"Mm."
Gu An gave a sound of assent, and Blood Prison Great Sage thought to himself, As expected.
No wonder Shenxinzi could not see through the reason. So it was Master playing tricks!
But why had Master sealed Long Qing?
That kid was truly absurd. Even with his cultivation sealed, his physique could still grow so quickly. Could his talent be even more terrifying than Yang Jian's?
Master could always find peerless geniuses.
No, perhaps it was