Deep in the night, inside the Mystic Valley Pavilion, candlelight flickered, and hot tea was brewing. Zhen Qin sat dazedly on a small stool, staring at the teapot and lost in thought.
Gu An was writing a book. After he finished a page, he started to appreciate it, feeling increasingly pleased with his work.
"Disciple, come and have a look."
Gu An's voice interrupted Zhen Qin's thoughts.
Zhen Qin quickly stood up, walked to his side, took the page from his hand, and read it attentively.
"The Seven Great Saints... Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven, Bull Demon King?"
Zhen Qin couldn't help but look at Gu An and asked, "Master, isn't your Bull downstairs the Bull Demon King? Did you write him into the book?"
Gu An chuckled and asked, "Is that not allowed?"
"Of course it is, but your writing style..." Zhen Qin nodded, her expression a bit hesitant.
Does Master have such talent?
