"Master, what are you looking at?"
An Xin asked curiously. She followed his gaze and looked up, but there was nothing in the sky.
She would never think Gu An was just looking around. He must have seen something.
Gu An withdrew his gaze and chuckled softly. "Another formidable fellow has descended upon the human world."
"How formidable?"
"So formidable that even these heavens couldn't stop him."
After hearing that, An Xin seemed to fall into thought.
Gu An looked toward An Shengtian. Perhaps because there were too many peerless geniuses around him, An Shengtian's aptitude seemed mediocre in his eyes.
But that was fine too. Gu An had taken him in only because he wanted to give him a hand. He did not expect anything from him.
The younger generations had their own lives. It was enough for him to offer help; what kind of path they could walk had nothing to do with him.
Gu An withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked into the valley. An Xin hurried after him.
Jiang Shi turned his head to look, anxiety rising in his heart.
He already knew that Gu An was Sword Venerable Fudao, and Sword Venerable Fudao had a disciple who was a legend of the Taixuan Sect.
It was obvious that there was an enormous gap between An Shengtian and An Hao. Jiang Shi had also heard of An Hao's deeds and knew just how absurd An Hao's speed was.
An Hao had such absurd speed because Gu An had personally guided him, while An Shengtian had not received such treatment.
Gu An had watched An Shengtian cultivate so many times, yet he only ever watched. That made Jiang Shi anxious.
If his foundation was not laid well, the gap between him and those peerless geniuses would only