Yulian asked softly, "Were you hoping all along that Chong Xing would somehow revive inside Li Miaolin?"
Wang Ping denied it. "Do I really have such twisted tastes?"
As they chatted, the two returned beneath the eaves of the small courtyard. Wang Ping sat beside the tea table and continued placing pieces on the unfinished game from before. After watching for a while, Yulian had Wang Ping unfold the map of the Divine Kingdom.
Li Miaolin's advancement had gone unexpectedly smoothly. He had already passed his most dangerous trial; all that remained was to quietly await the birth of the Wood Spirit within him.
After communicating with the believers through the map of the Divine Kingdom for some time, Yulian suddenly turned to Wang Ping. "There's new tea in the Demon Domain. Shall we go take a look?"
During these years of secluded cultivation, Wang Ping had not remained in outer space the entire time. Whenever Yulian discovered an interesting place or event through the believers, she would call Wang Ping along to see it in person.
Taiyan Sect disciples had begun spreading the faith in the Demon Domain thirty years ago, and the process had gone more smoothly than expected. The Demon Race was rather straightforward. Because Yulian frequently used water-element spells to treat their wounds and illnesses, more and more of them naturally came to believe.
Several hours passed.
Wang Ping rose from his meditation cushion and said to Yulian, "Let's go. We'll leave now."
"It's already nighttime in the Demon Domain."
Yulian replied irritably.
Wang Ping reached out and stroked Yulian's head, speaking unconcernedly. "Then we'll go after dawn."
As he spoke, he glanced at Li Miaolin, who was meditating by the stream, before returning to the main house to sit in meditation and cultivate.
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