After spending half the night in Hidden Spirit Palace, Gu An returned to Mystic Valley deep into the night.
Most of the buildings in the valley had already put out their lights, and the disciples cultivated in the darkness. Gu An turned his head and looked toward the woods at the edge of Mystic Valley.
He saw a figure practicing the sword.
Jiang Shi!
For some reason, Gu An suddenly fell into a daze. It was as if he had seen a figure from several centuries ago.
Back then, he had a disciple who had also loved practicing the sword in the forest, and who had likewise carried a blood feud as deep as a sea.
Gu An watched for a while, then headed toward his own pavilion.
After returning to his room, he did not look at Jiang Shi practicing the sword again. He had seen the previous conversation between Jiang Shi and Lu Jiujia at a glance, and he had no intention of interfering.
The reason people were people was that, most importantly, everyone had their own choices. Gu An had already given his reminder; Lu Jiujia only needed to make his choice after that reminder. No matter what choice it was, Lu Jiujia ought to bear the consequences.
If Lu Jiujia insisted on eating bitterness, then let him eat it.
The greatest care Gu An gave to the people around him was ensuring that they did not die before their lifespans were exhausted.
Of course, nothing was absolute. Perhaps Jiang Shi could turn over a new leaf and incline toward good. When Gu An had pointed out Jiang Shi's past, he had already changed the fate of the two of them. Whether it was good or bad, time would prove everything.
It was not until early morning