Faced with the threat from Luoxu Saint Venerable, Gu An did not take it to heart; in reality, he no longer regarded the Saints with much concern.
"Then I thank Fellow Daoist for your kind intentions, but I also advise you not to wade into troubled waters."
Gu An said softly, his gaze fixed on the black shadow by the pavilion, making the shadow feel uneasy.
There was no further response from Luoxu Saint Venerable, clearly weighing the meaning in Gu An's words.
The young monk stood behind Gu An, unable to conceal his fear, especially when looking at that shadow; he couldn't maintain his composure.
The world fell into silence, becoming increasingly oppressive.
Only when the sound of flowing water started did the young monk inexplicably relax, as if the invisible pressure had dissipated.
He was about to speak, but then he saw Gu An raise his hand.
"Elder! I was wrong! I didn't know there was a Saint in this realm, I..." the shadow said anxiously.
