Hearing An Xin's words, Gu An pulled the Fate-Fixing Pen from where it was tucked at his waist and handed it to her.
An Xin froze. Gripping the Fate-Fixing Pen, she looked at Gu An in confusion.
Gu An had carried this pen in his hand for years, so she had long since grown used to seeing it. But she had never sensed any fluctuation of spiritual power from the Fate-Fixing Pen, so she had never thought of it as a magic treasure.
"Use it for now. In the future, I'll refine a magic treasure for you," Gu An said casually, his gaze fixed on Lu Xian the entire time.
After spending so long with Gu An, An Xin was hardly the type to hold back. She hurriedly asked, "How do I use it?"
As she spoke, she raised the Fate-Fixing Pen in her hand and swept it through the air. There was not even any ink.
"When you encounter someone who ought to be killed, it will naturally show its power," Gu An replied, which made An Xin begin to look forward to the Fate-Fixing Pen.
She knew Gu An would not toy with her. This pen was definitely very powerful.
She immediately bowed, then left with the Fate-Fixing Pen in hand.
Gu An turned his head to look at An Xin, his eyes filled with deeper meaning.
After helping Yi Qingshan and the others so much, she had gradually grown used to it. Though it had not affected her own cultivation, in her heart, the five of them were like her disciples. Not all feelings in this world came to a perfect end.
If one day Yi Qingshan and the other four passed away, he hoped she would not be too sad.
Still, this was something cultivators were