Hearing Gu An's words, Jiang Qiong fell into silence.
She felt somewhat lost. All this time, she always faced choices, escaping from the Thousand-Autumn Pavilion to the Supreme Sect, then from the Supreme Sect to the Path of the Nine Netherworlds, and later establishing the Gathering Flower Sect—only to consider fleeing to the Great Cold Demon Sect?
Could it be that all her choices had been wrong?
It seemed that no matter when she returned, Gu An had never changed.
Gu An sensed her mood; he feared he had said too much. After all, she didn't have his confidence. How could he generalize everyone based on his own standard?
"My nature dictates that I cannot wander everywhere, but you're much stronger than me. You can go on adventures, yet you should never fully trust anyone, especially those from the Demon Sect," Gu An said.
Hearing this, Jiang Qiong immediately woke from her reverie.
What was she thinking?
Had she not fled, she would've been dead by now!