Gu An set down the Qingtian Peak and, after his conversation with the man in black came to an end, his heart grew calm.
In situations where the threat was not that great, he naturally wouldn't run away; he would only preserve himself when utterly powerless.
Moreover, there was a time difference between higher and lower realms; ten or a hundred years might be lengthy for beings of lower realms, but for Immortal Path Life, it was but a fleeting moment.
Anyway, the man in black couldn't run away. Gu An decided to keep him for the time being to see what sort of realization he would come to.
Gu An raised his hand and beckoned, attracting a piece of paper from across the space; he was ready to write another secret book.
The sun set, and the moon rose.
Time turned its pages day by day.
Winter snow inevitably arrived. Before the world fell into a blanket of white, Gu An went to the wooden fence to enjoy the snowscape.