While they ate, Jiang Ping An took the opportunity to learn about the recent circumstances of those around him.
Shi'er's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. She was already outstanding among the younger generation of the royal clan, and her voice carried ever more weight.
After obtaining Bai Dianyuan's wind-element inheritance, Tuanzi's strength had surged recently.
Moreover, because of his exceptional talent, he had successfully secured an official stipend from the royal clan, giving him a stable source of resources.
As a special species forged from divine materials, Little Lion did not need to cultivate as painstakingly as ordinary Cultivators. Thus, he spent every day either eating or playing about, living the most carefree life of all.
Long Ya, meanwhile, had caught the eye of an elder royal clan senior who took no part in factional struggles, thanks to the astonishing talent she had displayed in the Dao of formations.
Now, Long Ya had been taken to a secret realm to cultivate in seclusion and study high-level formations.
Overall, everyone was doing quite well, steadily moving forward along their own paths.
However, the situation on the front lines was far from optimistic.
The news reported that more and more of the alliance's forward camps had fallen, while its territory was being gnawed away bit by bit by the enemy.
According to information Lan Shi'er had heard from the higher-ups, Zhuo Shan, the Clan Leader of the Wildsea Royal Clan, had returned from his travels beyond the domain in his main body.
At present, Zhuo Shan was locked in a fierce battle with the Azure King. Their strengths were evenly matched, and neither could gain the upper hand.
Jiang Ping An accompanied Shi'er, Tuanzi, and Little Lion around the bustling streets of the imperial city for several days, enjoying this