Gu Jianqing was ten steps away from Lan Yue and the glowing gate, but he stopped after taking only three steps.
Naturally suspicious, he could understand why Nezha, alone and lacking in strength, would have the self-awareness not to contend with him.
Although Wu Xiang Monk was powerful, his heart was pure and free of desires, and did not vie with him for the prize. This much Gu Jianqing had discerned throughout their journey.
But even so, at this moment, he couldn't help but wonder: are there really such people in this world who, faced with the immense temptation of the Quasi-Saint inheritance, can remain indifferent?
He was so clever, no, not clever - he was cunning and sly!
Had he noticed some issue that I haven't seen?
One mustn't dwell on such thoughts, for they breed suspicion, and for someone like him, once suspicion took root, his legs would feel as heavy as lead, unable to take another step.
"Sister apprentice, what's wrong?"
