In front of the stairs, Gu An stood stroking the young Divine Steed, which, though newly born, was already taller than him.
As the mass of black aura flew into the hall, Gu An did not turn around, seemingly unaware of its presence.
The black aura dissipated, revealing a sword with a jet-black hilt, appearing to be inlaid with black Dragon Scales. The guard appeared fierce like sharp dragon teeth, and the blade, as wide as a palm, emitted a cold gleam.
The sword hovered in mid-air, its blade quivering slightly.
A pair of eyes appeared out of nowhere behind the Black Sword, coldly watching Gu An.
The young Divine Steed saw the pair of eyes and was instantly startled, raising its hooves and whinnying, the sound echoing through the great hall.
Gu An turned around to look at the Black Sword and the eyes, his gaze calm.
