The setting sun dipped westward, and the Qiankun Sect's Main City bustled as it always did.
Inside an inn, Gu An and the Celestial Spirit God, who had taken the form of Bai Sheng, sat beside a third-floor window, drinking. The third floor was vast, divided into small rooms with windows, and even though every guest room was full, there was no clamor.
The Celestial Spirit God looked at Gu An, recalling the times they had roamed mountains and played by the waters, outwitting bandits— back when Su Jin had not yet transformed.
That experience, albeit brief, seemed quite delightful upon reflection.
He couldn't fathom Gu An.
He had entered reincarnation without any memories. It was understandable to do such things in that state, but why had Gu An accompanied him on those travels?
In his eyes, Gu An was very strange.