"Me, write?"
Gu An didn't dare continue the conversation; he was unclear why Ji Hantian was angry.
If Ji Hantian intended for Gu An to tarnish his own reputation, he wouldn't write it!
"Why are you shouting so loudly?"
The Grand Elder, not pleased, sat down and motioned for Gu An to sit beside him. Gu An nodded and sat down on the stool next to him.
Ji Hantian struggled to calm his emotions and said, "Using hundreds of thousands of disciples to form the formation, is this truly the Righteous Dao? If it hadn't been for that mysterious sword cultivator intervening, I would still be in the dark!"
He was genuinely distressed.
At that time, he had been in seclusion. Feeling an immense sword intent, he was so shocked that he immediately left seclusion and traveled tens of thousands of miles, only to arrive too late to save Chu Xian. However, he heard those Outer Disciples' scolding, which made him angry but also curious about the identity of the sword cultivator, so he pursued.