On the hidden path of Mount Xumi.
Gu Wen looked at the scene before him, his expression full of dark lines, a mix of anger and amusement.
Chiyuzi’s behavior had long been reckless, and her petite, delicate appearance now was merely due to Gu Wen’s ability to keep her in check.
Looking back to their first meeting, she had been a little firecracker, always ready to throw harsh words at anyone who displeased her.
After facing life-and-death situations together, their relationship grew softer.
Yet, Chiyuzi's greatest gentleness was to defend him during confrontations; everything else remained unchanged.
No matter what trouble Chiyuzi caused, Gu Wen never felt anger because he knew he could solve everything.
But was he someone who was overly proud and domineering?
As a Daoist priest, he was refined and graceful, akin to an immortal; how could he be so misrepresented?
“Nonsense, absolutely nonsense.”
Gu Wen's mood fluctuated like never before, reminiscent of when he first ascended to immortality, as if a small crack had appeared in his saintly demeanor.
The path of a saint requires dignity and respect.
The old monk frowned. “Is this young man a friend of yours? If not, please allow me a bit of time; this child’s ferocity needs to be transformed through Buddha’s boundless teachings.”