"I'm preparing to leave. Thank you for stepping in."
Outside Mystic Valley, Jiang Qiong looked at Gu An and spoke earnestly.
Not far away, in the mountain woods, several Gathering Flower Sect disciples were recovering from their injuries, waiting for Jiang Qiong.
Gu An waved a hand and said, "If you want to thank someone, thank Ji Xiaoyu."
Jiang Qiong knew Ji Xiaoyu, and she also knew that this Ji Xiaoyu was not the Ji Xiaoyu she knew.
She did not think about Ji Xiaoyu, but instead thought of Sword Venerable Fudao's words. She asked softly, "You've helped me so much from behind the scenes. How could you keep enduring it and not say anything?"
Gu An understood what she meant. He blinked and said, "So what if I said it? To make you feel even more grateful to me? How boring would that be? You should just focus on developing the Gathering Flower Sect. Life's road is long. I hope that several thousand years from now, you and I can still drink and talk merrily together."
Hearing this, Jiang Qiong smiled and said, "Then you'll have to live until several thousand years from now."
"I'll do my best."
Hearing Gu An's words, Jiang Qiong smiled, then turned and left.
Gu An watched her leave, but he did not feel the melancholy of parting from an old acquaintance of former days, because he knew that he and Jiang Qiong would still have many chances to meet, and in his eyes, the Gathering Flower Sect was not far away.
Some distances were not measured by steps, but pushed along by the rolling Mortal World as it drove fate.
Even if some people would go on living, at a certain moment, they would still make Gu An feel that this parting was