The next morning, Gu An rode the Blood Prison Great Saint to the Outer Gate City, having not visited for several months. Today, he sensed the presence of an old friend and decided to take a stroll.
He didn't seek out that old friend, instead wandering around the city.
Nowadays, more and more people greeted him as he walked, and he couldn't help but wonder if, in a thousand years, the Supreme Sect would be filled with his disciples.
Tsk tsk, and who knows how many more years he would need to become a Supreme Elder.
The Blood Prison Great Saint, having reached the Core Formation Realm, was even more imposing, standing two meters tall with its blood-red fur fluttering as they walked, causing disciples along the way to frequently look back.
"Master, why can't Long Qing cultivate Spiritual Power? Yet, his Qi-Blood is increasing so quickly," the Blood Prison Great Saint suddenly asked.