After returning to Xuangu City, Li Qing finally let out a long breath, but he did not truly let down his guard.
He had personally killed a member of the Flying Spirit Race. This trouble was by no means small. If the Flying Spirit Race learned of it, retaliation would most likely follow.
Whether Xuangu City could withstand it would depend on whether the Giant Spirit Race stepped forward to mediate.
Li Qing did not know that, after he left, those Flying Spirit Race cultivators had all died at the hands of Old Black Bull and Old Lord Black Nether. This was destined to become a major event that stirred up a storm.
"Finally, I'm back. Next, I need to hurry and raise my strength. Not a single moment can be wasted."
After returning to his cave abode, Li Qing wasted no words and directly sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing and cultivate.
He first tended to his injuries, thoroughly healing the wounds he had suffered in his battle with Mo Ying in the shortest possible time.
A few days later, a major event happened within the city.
The Jinfeng Merchant Guild caravan returning from Giant Spirit King City had actually been attacked!
Nearly seventy percent of the caravan had gone missing and most likely met with misfortune. Only a scant few had returned to Xuangu City.
When Li Qing learned of this, he could not help but feel startled.
"So they were still attacked. Just as I expected. I wonder how the Merchant Lord Sikong is doing," Li Qing sighed.
Speak of the devil, and he arrived. Just as Li Qing had mentioned him, Sikong came outside the cave abode to visit Li Qing.
"Fellow Daoist Li, Sikong has come to call. Would it be convenient for us to