Gu An nearly laughed out loud when he heard the words of the Blood Prison Great Saint, but he restrained himself.
He did not dispel the Blood Prison Great Saint's confusion, preferring to let the fellow continue his anxious trepidation.
It served him right since the Blood Prison Great Saint had been somewhat negligent in recent years.
Seeing that Gu An was unwilling to speak, the Blood Prison Great Saint's inner perplexity grew, but he dared not voice it. Instead, he pushed aside his inner fears and apprehension and shifted his focus.
Even if his master was no match for that person, his master certainly had a strategy in place, or else he would not be so at ease on ordinary days.
With this thought, the Blood Prison Great Saint's heart gradually calmed. He looked again at Gu An's clay molding, finding deep significance in every movement.
Today, his master had shown him the fate of the world, surely not acting on a whim. Perhaps it was a warning to him.
