Time passed like a flying arrow, and in the blink of an eye, Long Qing was five years old.
Gu An stood by the windowsill, watching Long Qing ride the Blood Prison Great Saint chasing the White Spirit Rat, with the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.
Such days were truly nice.
It was just a pity that the tranquility was soon to be shattered.
Gu An could feel the deep red coffin trembling, startling the nearby sects into arranging their formations.
The Dark War Emperor was about to emerge!
The Dark War Emperor inherited the legacy of the Battle Court but pursued the descendants of its creator. This gave Gu An much to speculate about.
Anyway, he had no good impression of the Dark War Emperor. This fiend had just arrived and massacred all living beings. If he dared to come to the Tai Cang Continent, then he shouldn't blame Gu An for being impolite.