"It's still the same as before. If you want to go out, you'd better think it through. Dying out there offers no return. Wanting to achieve your own justice is a good thing, but those who die on the path of cultivation due to overestimating themselves are as numerous as the stars. I can't and won't protect every disciple venturing outside."
Gu An stood up softly and said, stretching lazily like a mortal, his posture relaxed.
An Zizai listened and earnestly said, "I will tell them. If they insist on going out, then they must accept life and death as each is ordained by the Celestial Mandate."
Gu An nodded, then walked towards him, leaving the Mountain Viewing Pavilion.
The two passed by each other, An Zizai turned to watch the Ancestor depart.
He recalled the great battle from many years ago, still feeling some excitement in his heart.
To what heights must one cultivate to regard Immortal Gods as nothing?
