Hearing Shen Zhen's words, Gu An was amused. He asked, "What do you think this counts as? A prophecy?"
Shen Zhen rolled her eyes at him and said, "I just thought of it out of nowhere, okay? That scene was incredibly shocking. Even thinking about it now gives me goosebumps. Whether it was a prophecy or not, I'm not sure either."
"Then if you think of anything else in the future, keep telling me. I'm actually quite curious what will happen with those two figures you mentioned."
Gu An smiled as he spoke. In his heart, he thought of An Hao and Yang Jian. However, those two's cultivation still could not be considered high. Who knew how many years it would take for them to fully grow?
Could it be the Immortal Dynasty's ruler, Immortal Emperor Yang, and Holy Heaven?
That did not seem right either. How could Shen Zhen's cultivation possibly calculate a confrontation at the eighth or ninth heaven of the Immortal Path?
Shen Zhen nodded, then suddenly grew excited. "Gu An, do you think I might be an Immortal reincarnated? I'm far too unique. There's no second person in the world who can comprehend the Dao through writing books and painting like I do, and I can even foresee some scenes that seem like heavenly secrets..."
The more she spoke, the more worked up she became, her eyes shining. By the end, she even slapped the table and shot to her feet.
She looked down at the seated Gu An, her gaze burning as she asked, "Gu An, do you think I count as the protagonist in your novels?"
Gu An's face twitched. He asked, "Are you trying to make this awkward?"
Shen Zhen often heard all sorts of strange words from his mouth, and now she