"I'm ready to leave, thank you for your help," Ji Xiaoyu said seriously to Gu An outside the Profound Valley.
Not far from them, in the nearby woods, several disciples of the Gathering Flower Sect were healing their wounds, waiting for Ji Xiaoyu.
Gu An waved his hand and said, "If you're going to thank someone, thank Ji Xiaoyu."
Ji Xiaoyu knew of Ji Xiaoyu, and she also knew that this Ji Xiaoyu was not the Ji Xiaoyu she knew.
She didn't dwell on Ji Xiaoyu, but instead thought of what the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable had said and asked softly, "You have helped me so much from behind the scenes, how can you keep silent about it?"
Gu An understood what she was referring to, blinked his eyes, and said, "What would it change if I said something? Would it make you more grateful to me? That's no fun. You, just focus on developing the Gathering Flower Sect. Life's journey is long, and I hope that thousands of years from now, you and I can still revel in jovial conversation."