Although Gu Tian didn’t confirm anything, none of them pressed further. They had already understood.
In this world of cultivation, strength spoke louder than words. And the subtle shift in Gu Tian’s aura was proof enough—he had broken through.
Seeing that no one spoke anymore, the silence once again began to settle like a veil over the pavilion.
It was Gu Lingxi, the fourth sister, who finally spoke to break the awkward atmosphere. Her voice was light, with a trace of curiosity.
“So, Seventh Brother,” she said, looking at Gu Tian with a faint smile, “since you’ve come out of seclusion, what are you planning to do next?”
Gu Tian paused, as if considering her question seriously. Then he replied calmly, “Well, Fourth Sister, I haven’t thought about it yet.”
His voice was relaxed, almost casual.
But deep inside, that was far from the truth.
Of course he had thought about it.
With the protagonist somewhere out there, moving along the path of destiny, Gu Tian had no intention of sitting idle. Every moment mattered now. He needed to plan carefully—build strength, gather resources, and eliminate threats before they grew beyond control.
But outwardly, he remained calm and composed, offering no hint of the storm brewing beneath.
After Gu Tian’s vague reply, the atmosphere once again grew quiet. But this time, it felt more relaxed.
Gu Qingxue, the third sister, gently stirred her tea and spoke, her voice calm and elegant. “Seclusion seems to have tempered not just your cultivation, but your temperament as well, Seventh Brother. You’ve become more… composed.”
Gu Tian gave a faint smile. “Time in solitude allows one to think clearly.”
Gu Tianming, the fifth brother, let out a short chuckle. “I don’t care how composed he is. If he’s stronger, I’ll just have to train harder. I can’t let my youngest brother surpass me so easily.”
“That’s the spirit,” said Gu Tianzang, the sixth brother, folding his arms. “But Seventh Brother’s breakthrough is impressive. It seems the younger generation of our clan is starting to shine.”
Gu Tian nodded politely.
After chatting for a while longer, Gu Tian took the lead and turned to leave the pavilion, the hem of his black robes fluttering slightly in the breeze.
Behind him, his brothers and sisters watched silently with a thoughtful expression.
They couldn’t explain it, but they all felt it clearly—after coming out of seclusion, their youngest brother had changed.
He was no longer the quiet, easily overlooked junior of the clan.
Something about him now felt deeper… sharper. As if a hidden blade had been drawn from its sheath.
Gu Tian left the stone pavilion and made his way back to his courtyard. The servants bowed respectfully as he passed.
Inside his room, the air was still and quiet.
He sat down cross-legged on the bed, his black robes flowing neatly around him.
“Grandma Bai,” Gu Tian called out calmly.
A moment later, a rustling sound came, and a hunched figure appeared. I was an old woman dressed in plain gray robes. Despite her frail appearance, her eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence, and the aura she emitted was anything but ordinary.
She bowed respectfully. “Young Master.”
As the only son of the patriarch of Gu Clan, naturally Gu Tian cannot be without a guardian. Grandma Bai was chosen by his mother to be the protector of Gu Tian. Her strength has reached Peak level of Martial Grandmaster Realm.
Cultivation Realm are divided into - Martial Practitioner, Martial Fighter, Martial Warrior, Martial Master, Martial Grandmaster, Martial Spirit, Martial King, Martial Emperor etc.
Gu Tian looked at her, his expression calm and composed.
“Is there going to be an auction tonight?” he asked.
“Yes, Young Master,” Grandma Bai replied with a slight nod. “The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion is holding an auction this evening. Several rare treasures will be up for bidding, and news of it has already attracted the attention of many powerful figures.”
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