Night fell.
An Xin brought Li Xuanyu and Tang Cai to stay temporarily in a temple. A bonfire burned in the courtyard, its flames swaying, casting light across the courtyard walls.
Tang Cai kept staring at An Xin, hostility in her eyes, while An Xin admired the Fate-Fixing Pen in her hands.
She had used the Fate-Fixing Pen more than once or twice already, and An Xin deeply enjoyed the vast power hidden within it.
Unfortunately, every time she finished using it, her master would take it back, so she cherished the time she had with it. She wanted to investigate clearly why this pen was so formidable.
As for Tang Cai's gaze, she had sensed it long ago. She could also guess what Tang Cai was thinking, and she deliberately did not explain.
Because this was very amusing!
Only Tang Cai treated Uncle-Master Li like a treasure. In any case, An Xin felt Uncle-Master Li was just so-so, far inferior to her master.
Every time Master brought up Uncle-Master Li, he would talk about how he had gotten beaten, using Uncle-Master Li as a negative example. How could she possibly like Uncle-Master Li?
Thinking of this, An Xin could not help the corners of her mouth from rising.
When Tang Cai saw An Xin smiling, she grew even more furious, but she could not well flare up, since An Xin had saved their lives.
Li Xuanyu, who was meditating and healing her injuries, had been thinking about the name An Xin.
At last, she remembered. She opened her eyes and looked at An Xin, asking, "Are you Gu An's disciple?"
At the mention of Gu An, that blurry face in her memories gradually became clear.
She had left the Taicang Continent more than nine thousand years ago and had