Wang Ping suppressed the urge in his heart and looked at Li Miaolin, who stood respectfully to one side awaiting orders. He said seriously, "There is no rushing this. Just do your utmost, but remember one thing: now that the Taiyan Sect has been reestablished, you must not commit evil in its name. At the very least, do not let its evil reputation spread."
Li Miaolin slightly raised his head at those words. When he met Wang Ping's deep eyes, he hurriedly lowered his head again and replied loudly, "This disciple will obey Prefect's orders."
"Go attend to your business."
"This disciple takes his leave."
Li Miaolin bowed with cupped hands, then withdrew from the dojo as quickly as he could.
Wang Ping lowered his head and examined the Natural Wood Spirit in his hand. Unlike the Wood Spirit cultivated within a Cultivator's body, it possessed no consciousness at all and was merely a pure substance of energy.
The energy it contained was nearly identical to the pure Wood Spirit Qi between Heaven and Earth. It could independently generate more Wood Spirit Qi, yet it was extremely fragile. If its living environment was poor, it would soon disperse on its own.
Conversely, if its environment was favorable, it could even generate a spirit vein. This spirit vein could allow practitioners of side paths to enter a realm.
"This is good stuff. Are you planning to give it to me?"
Star Sea's voice sounded beside Wang Ping's ear. Then, that illusory figure with the bearing of an immortal appeared before him, revealing a pair of pitch-black eyes as he stared at the Natural Wood Spirit in Wang Ping's hand.
Wang Ping was somewhat surprised. "You need this?"
Star Sea's illusory head nodded slightly. "Absorbing its energy makes me feel exceptionally clear