In early autumn, the mountain forests within Wushi Daoist Field gradually turned withered yellow.
Gu An was beside a small river, guiding An Xin in her cultivation. In the eyes of the Qiankun Sect disciples, she was a profound and unfathomable fairy, yet at this moment her face was full of distress, unable to grasp Gu An's words.
An Xin suddenly felt ashamed.
When she had instructed the Qiankun Sect disciples before, whenever she encountered people of dull aptitude, irritation had inevitably risen in her heart.
Looking at her master now, faced with a self who was so hard to teach, he was still so composed, a smile even hanging on his face.
She felt her road was still long.
Little did she know, the reason Gu An was smiling was because Li Ya was getting beaten again. Everyone else was joining forces to besiege the evil demons of the Supreme Demon Realm; only he was being chased down by a pack of evil demons.
Even while being hunted, Li Ya did not lose the battle of words. Every time he was about to be caught, he could always erupt with even stronger power and carve a path out of the encirclement.
He was very excited, even thinking he had broken through the limits of his physical body and was undergoing a transformation in battle.
When Gu An heard his inner voice, he became even more amused.
Senior Brother, your potential is me.
As Gu An thought this, he looked toward An Xin and said, "If you can't understand it, then think it through slowly. Put your mind on comprehending the Dao. Thinking about other useless things has no meaning at all."
After An Xin heard this, she nodded solemnly. She stopped letting her thoughts run wild and began focusing