"You want me to see him?"
Gu An picked up a book from the table and looked at Lu Jiujia with a beaming smile.
The current him no longer cared about any so-called genius.
But people were not grass or trees; how could they be without feeling? Lu Jiujia had an excellent relationship with that disciple and regarded him as his own child. He wanted to help that disciple seek a better future, which was why he had spoken to Gu An.
Looking at his senior brother's smile, Lu Jiujia laughed awkwardly, gave a false cough, and said, "I do hope you can meet him. Not only is his talent outstanding, but he's also very diligent in his work."
"In that case, bring him up."
Gu An shook his head and laughed despite himself. Putting aside their relationship as senior and junior brothers, Lu Jiujia had worked for him for so many years, enduring hardship without complaint. What did it matter to give this kid some face?
Without revealing his true cultivation, Gu An could still change a person's life with a single sentence. This was the network of connections he had accumulated over five hundred years in the Taixuan Sect.
When Lu Jiujia heard this, joy climbed to the tips of his brows. He immediately thanked Gu An, then left in quick strides.
Gu An began to read. Although he spent most of his time away from Mystic Valley, Lu Jiujia often put books here, ensuring that every time he came, he would have different books to read.
Before long, Lu Jiujia returned.
Behind him followed a young man, dressed in plain cloth clothes. His features could not be considered handsome, but they were very fair and clean, and his frame was somewhat thin.
The young man was extremely