The next morning, Gu An rode the Blood Prison Great Saint to Outer Sect City. It had been months since his last visit, and today he sensed the aura of an old friend, prompting him to take a stroll.
He didn't go to find that old friend; instead, he wandered around the city.
As more and more people greeted him, he couldn't help but wonder if his disciples would be all over the Supreme Sect in a thousand years.
Tsk tsk, who knows how many more years it would take for him to become a Supreme Elder.
Having reached the Core Formation Realm, the Blood Prison Great Saint was even more imposing with a height of two meters, and as he walked, his blood-red fur fluttered, causing many disciples to turn their heads frequently.
"Master, why can't Long Qing cultivate Spiritual Power? But his Qi-Blood is strengthening so quickly," the Blood Prison Great Saint suddenly asked.