"I'm preparing to leave now, thank you for making a move," said Jiang Qiong to Gu An, speaking earnestly outside of Mystic Valley.
Not far from them, in the nearby woods, several Juhua Sect disciples were resting and healing, awaiting Jiang Qiong.
Gu An waved his hand, "If you wish to thank someone, thank Ji Xiaoyu."
Jiang Qiong knew of Ji Xiaoyu, and she also understood that this Ji Xiaoyu was not the Ji Xiaoyu she knew.
She did not dwell on Ji Xiaoyu, but instead, pondering on the words of Sword Venerable Fudao, asked softly, "Why do you help me so much from behind the scenes and yet always choose to remain patient and silent?"
Gu An understood what she was referring to. He blinked and said, "What would it change if I said anything? To make you more grateful? That would be so dull. You should just focus on growing the Juhua Sect, life's journey is long. I hope that thousands of years from now, we can still share drinks and converse cheerfully."
