Gu An put down the Cyan Heaven Peak in his hands, and after the conversation with the black-robed elder had ended, he felt calm inside.
In such a situation where the threat was not significant, he naturally wouldn't run away; he would only preserve himself when he was completely powerless.
Moreover, between higher and lower realms existed a difference in the perception of time, decades might seem lengthy for creatures of the lower realms, but for Immortal Dao creatures, they passed in the blink of an eye.
Anyway, the black-robed elder couldn't run away, so it was better to leave him be for now and see how his awareness unfolds.
Gu An raised his hand to beckon, summoning a piece of paper from across the space. He was preparing to write another secret manual.
The sun set, and the moon rose.
Time turned its pages day by day without ceasing.
