After Gu An finished speaking, his gaze swept over Yang Jian and Zhang Xianwang, driving the atmosphere in the room down to freezing point.
Zhen Qin, who had just sat down, was also stunned into stillness, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
Now, she truly believed that her master was Sword Venerable Fudao. This aura was far too terrifying!
This was also the first time Yang Jian had felt his master reveal such an aura. Even though he had already recovered the memories of his previous life and possessed a wealth of experience, he still felt chilled to the bone in the face of Gu An's pressure. He even felt as if the magic power inside him had congealed.
The tension Zhang Xianwang had felt before surged back into his heart, and his entire body went rigid.
Ye Lan, on the other hand, was not nervous. From the bottom of her heart, she felt that Gu An would never hurt her.
"Sen... Fellow Daoist, speak."
Facing Gu An's pressure, Zhang Xianwang gritted his teeth and asked.
Gu An answered expressionlessly, "I will not interfere in the struggle for the general trend of the world, but do not provoke me, and do not implicate mortal beings. Immortals and mortals are different—not in status, but because the gap in power requires a safe distance to be maintained."
After Zhang Xianwang and Yang Jian heard this, they immediately nodded.
Gu An then smiled. That terrifying pressure vanished without a trace, leaving Yang Jian, Zhang Xianwang, and Zhen Qin somewhat dazed.
"All right. I've said what you wanted to ask. It's time to talk about something happier. How have you all been these years? Jian'er, you go first."
Gu An looked at Yang Jian and asked with a smile. Yang Jian came back