At this moment, Gu An had already left the vicinity of the Purple Mist Sect.
Heading towards the coast.
He needed to take a boat back to the East Dao Ancient State.
Refine the Bronze Tripod in hand as soon as possible, then hide within the Sect to do some logging.
And continue to improve his cultivation.
This trip felt like a great loss.
He wasn't able to log any Spirit Trees.
Moreover, after inquiring along the way, he found out that the other Sects really didn't have many Spirit Trees.
Even if they had them, they weren't meant for logging.
Just by looking at the Spirit Trees, Gu An felt that the Cangmu Sect could match the wealth of a nation.
"I wonder what's happening now with the Purple Mist Sect, whether the Biluo Divine Monarch helped me protect that person, for whom I lost six Spirit Stones." Gu An glanced back curiously.
"It's just a name, can't you go and ask him personally?" Chu Meng said while eating peanuts.
