Improvement, Pursuit

Li Su's brows furrowed slightly. Clearly, he had no desire to run into that group outside.

If he emerged from the depths, even empty-handed, they would surely suspect him—perhaps even conclude that Li Su had taken something better.

At the very least, that was what Li Su himself would think.

Otherwise, why had he not taken things like the Three Lives Grass?

At the same time, if he instead took the items stored within the palace before going out, the problem would undoubtedly become even greater.

Both groups would surely set their sights on him and come looking for trouble.

It was not that he was afraid. Within this dense fog, so long as a Profound Immortal did not unleash all their strength, there was little danger to him. Even Celestial Immortals did not frighten him.

But the trouble after leaving would be considerable.

After all, he was an independent cultivator, with no sect or school behind him.

Eh, no, that was not right.

It seemed he could no longer be considered an independent cultivator. By now, he could be said to have the backing of a great sect—the legendary Interception Sect, no less. Though the sect's teachings had some issues nowadays, the most basic protections still existed. At the very least, in full public view, Profound Immortals and those above them would not dare lay hands on him directly.

Not in any hurry to act, Li Su sat down where he was. He, too, needed to sort some things out.

This inexplicable trip had already turned into a trial by the time he came to his senses. Every opponent he encountered had surpassed the Ten Fires and stepped onto the Mythic Path, dealing him no small shock.

Back when the Primordial World still existed, were there really that many