"Master, where on earth did you go? How could you disappear for a year without a word?"
An Xin glared at Gu An, complaining, yet her eyes were filled with delight.
Gu An gave her a look and said, "It's just one year. In our sect, when Great Cultivators go into seclusion or leave, isn't it for decades or even centuries? Look at you—without me around, can't you manage Medicine Valley anymore?"
He had been in a World-Excluding Cave Heaven, absorbed in Enlightenment, sitting for a year, worrying not only An Xin but also the Profound Mysterious Zhenren of the North Sea Mountain Ridge.
The folks in End of the World Valley, on the other hand, didn't show much reaction, after all, that Medicine Valley belonged to Li Xuandao, and Gu An was just overseeing it.
Third Medicine Valley and Profound Valley were also not in disarray; most disciples believed that nothing would happen to their master after being away for only a year—who in this world could hurt their master?