The story of the Silent Nether Ghost King and the existence of Ghost King Ridge had dealt a heavy blow to the Qingxiao Sect's upper ranks. After the meeting ended, every one of them wore a grave expression.
Li Dongyue sat beside Li Qingqiu and said, "Eldest Senior Brother, you should stop going out to look for Sifeng for now. Maybe he'll come back after a while."
Li Sijin chimed in, "Exactly. My brother might already be on his way back."
With Li Qingqiu away, nothing major had happened to the Qingxiao Sect, but the women still felt uneasy, even though the sect had already given rise to many powerful disciples.
"Mm. I won't be going down the mountain for now," Li Qingqiu said with a nod.
Afterward, he had Li Dongyue arrange for female disciples to care for the Hell Kirin. With all four limbs gone, the Hell Kirin needed dedicated care.
The Hell Kirin looked as good as crippled, but Li Qingqiu felt it might still regain its ability to move someday.
He had observed it earlier. Flesh was slowly growing back on its limbs. Perhaps it really could regrow them.
After all, it was an auspicious beast, not an ordinary wild animal.
Li Qingqiu returned to his Cave Mansion alone with Jinlang. He needed time to replenish the Origin Energy in his body.
The upheaval caused by the Silent Nether Ghost King never reached the Nine Provinces. Meanwhile, the soldiers stationed at Cangzhou's border discovered that the Northern Barbarians had stopped invading and were even retreating across the board. When the news reached the provincial capital, the officials were all perplexed.
Even after the Northern Barbarians withdrew, Cangzhou remained tense. Until Li Sifeng returned, Cangzhou would know no peace. Everyone was waiting for his homecoming.
Elsewhere,