Time flew, and soon another five days had passed.
During this period, Gu Changge remained in his room, cultivating.
Each day, he would communicate with his family to inquire about the situation—
whether anyone from the Central State had come.
But the replies he received were always that all was well with the family.
This made him begin to doubt whether his feelings had been mistaken.
"Could it be simply because I came into contact with the Saint Heir of Central State, that I've felt uneasy?"
Inside the room, Gu Changge furrowed his brows and muttered to himself.
He didn't consider himself to be overly arrogant, but he also believed that in the future he would certainly not be weaker than those Saint Heirs, and even thought that as long as he went to Central State, he would one day stand above all beings. With authority in hand, how could he be inferior to those so-called Saint Heirs?
