Gu An saw An Hao receiving guidance from a Free Immortal, and that Free Immortal was none other than the Saint Ancestor of the Sacred Court!
He peered into An Hao's karma and learned of the exchange the two had had earlier.
The Saint Ancestor actually wanted to nurture An Hao into the next Holy Heaven. An Hao had refused, but the Saint Ancestor insisted on teaching him anyway, even if he did not become Holy Heaven.
Gu An could not help sighing with emotion. An Hao truly had peerless fortune.
The first time he had seen An Hao, he had been unable to stop himself from saving him, feeling an inexplicable fondness for the boy.
Ever since setting foot on the immortal path, An Hao had made more friends than enemies, and that was also why he had been able to grow so smoothly.
After joining the Immortal Dynasty, he could even obtain a supreme inheritance from the Sacred Court, the Immortal Dynasty's mortal enemy. If someone said he was not the darling of the Heavenly Dao, Gu An would not believe it.
Emotion was emotion, but this was Gu An's precious disciple. He could not let anything happen to An Hao.
He carefully deduced the matter, and only after confirming that the Saint Ancestor would not harm An Hao did he finally relax.
He withdrew his divine sense and continued chatting with Ji Xiaoyu.
After decades of cold war, Ji Xiaoyu had a great deal to say, as if she wanted to pour out every word she had saved up over those dozens of years. Gu An was best at conversation, causing her urge to talk to grow higher and higher. Before long, Gu An had teased her into smiling nonstop.
At the same time.
The Sacred Court,