He concealed his name and served as a retainer for the Fan family in Old Dragon City, rumored to have been deeply enamored with Madam Gui. He shared an extremely close relationship with the Law Enforcement Ancestor of the Azure Profound Sect in the Central Divine Continent. He was renowned throughout the Grand Bright World, having never won a fight, but never lost an argument.

Gu Can pondered for a moment, then stepped out, returning directly to his residence. He sat quietly in the room, reading a book.

As for that vanity mirror, it had already shattered in his sleeve earlier.

To be honest, Gu Can didn’t particularly care about the life or death of Gu Qingsong, let alone his own Martial Uncle Liu Chicheng, Senior Brother Fu Jin, or even Martial Aunt Han Qiaose.

The only person whose well-being truly concerned Gu Can had not yet arrived.

Gu Can wasn’t even sure if he would come, or if he would even visit him if he did.

He suddenly put down the book, walked out of the room, and went to the pond. Looking down, he saw Gu Can reflected in the water.

On a precipitous mountain path, a narrow trail, three riders traveled slowly. One, a stalwart man, wore a bamboo hat and carried a bamboo saber. Riding alongside him was a young scholar, carrying a bamboo box on his back and a green bamboo staff in his hand.

Behind the two riders followed an old man, who possessed the most immortal-like demeanor. Dressed in yellow robes, he held a horse’s reins in one hand and a ruyi scepter, shaped like swirling clouds and made of red-lacquered wood, engraved with the inscription “Lion’s Roar.”

The old man softly murmured, “What does the mountain hold? The peaks are filled with white clouds.” This old immortal, riding through the mountains, surveyed his surroundings with a sense of self-reliance and grandeur.

The young scholar asked, “A Liang, is it really okay for us to dawdle like this? Don’t let it delay your participation in the council.”

The mountain path forked, and the stalwart man seemed to be in pain from the horse’s movements. He lifted his rear, scratched his crotch, and laughed, “The council isn’t for another six days. It’s only four or five hundred li away. Even riding a dog would get us there in time.”

The three tall horses seemed extraordinary, but they were actually “Bamboo Horse Talismans” from the mountains.

The young man complained, “Why do you talk like that? The old senior is at least a Sky Ascent Realm cultivator, the same as you. Show some respect.”

It was A Liang, Li Huai, and the nascent Daoist of the Sky Ascent Realm, following orders to escort Young Master Li Huai all the way. The nascent Daoist was enjoying himself, without any complaints. Following Master Li was a life of food and drink, and as long as he didn’t have to worry about being struck by lightning or a sudden flash of sword light, it was already a heavenly existence. In the past, how would he have dared to hang around A Liang? The nascent Daoist would have become a gaunt Daoist.

A Liang turned his head and looked at the ancestral figure of the world’s mountain-chasing hounds. In the history of the Wild Desolate World, hundreds of mountain gods had been made homeless by this beast. When it revealed its true form, mountains would be like snowballs in its paws. Mountain and water formations, mountain god powers, were all paper-thin. Moreover, this Sky Ascent Realm cultivator was actually quite skilled in one-on-one combat, ranking among the best in the Wild Desolate World. Back then, Dong Lao’er traveled alone through the Wild Desolate World and returned alive to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but was chased and bitten by this guy the entire way. If he hadn’t been imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Mountains by the Old Blind Man, given the current situation in the Wild Desolate World, if he were allowed to run wild, the Wild Desolate World would probably be piled with a mountain taller than Tuoyue Mountain.

The nascent Daoist saw A Liang’s fatherly gaze and immediately bowed, wishing he could sink into the saddle. He flattered, “What am I, a Sky Ascent Realm cultivator? In front of A Liang, who has experienced the splendor of the Fourteenth Realm, my realm is at least halved.”

A Liang sighed, “Luckily, the Confucian Temple hasn’t lifted the ban on the Mountain and Water Gazette. Otherwise, on our way to Wenjin Ferry, it would be hard to find a latrine. Then at night, we’d be wiggling our butts like lanterns.”

The Confucian Temple council had leaked some news, and the Confucian Temple hadn’t been too restrictive about the news. It was estimated that the Mountain and Water Gazette would reopen after the council.

Li Huai asked, “A Liang, why aren’t you wearing that scholar’s robe?”

A Liang rolled his eyes, “Do you see that Old Yu wearing talismans all over his body when he goes out?”

Li Huai asked doubtfully, “What’s the principle?”

A Liang took a swig of wine from his wine gourd, “The principle is that too much is as bad as too little. So I have to restrain my heroic appearance, just like your Uncle Zuo needs to restrain his sword aura. The only difference is that Zuo You can restrain his sword aura more easily, while it’s harder for me to hide my handsomeness.”

Li Huai sneered, “Are you bragging again? A dog can’t stop eating poop, huh?”

He suddenly felt a bit guilty.