While Zhang Tie and Gu Musheng were deep in thought.
Li Ping was thinking about something else entirely.
Once I form my core and take control of the Immortal City, the first thing I'll do is expel Dai Sangyu and Xiong Pohai, Li Ping thought silently. But he soon shook his head. No, by then, they'll probably have exhausted their lifespans and died. I'll only be able to throw their household bones out of the Immortal City.
The demon cultivator who had impersonated Hu Feng had already been killed by Li Ping.
According to the information circulating outside, Dai Sangyu would never be able to break through to core formation in her lifetime.
With her Foundation Establishment Realm lifespan, she would die even before Windmist True Person.
Xiong Pohai was older than Meng Qingyi, at least a hundred and forty or fifty, and likewise unlikely to outlive Windmist True Person. Li Ping had ample ways to claim a victory in his own mind. Never mind. Even if I can't avenge myself personally, dancing on their graves after forming my core will be enough to vent my hatred.
Gu Musheng still had a question. "Big Brother, can I become a steward of the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion?"
If he could become a steward of the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion directly, he certainly would not want to open his own shop.
After all, opening a large shop of his own carried risks.
But as a steward of the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion, with his business skills and Zhang Tie's cooperation in managing logistics, he would definitely earn plenty of spirit stones.
Hearing this, Li Ping smiled. "You're a True Person's disciple and one of the Immortal City's own. Why couldn't you become a steward of the Ten Thousand Arts Pavilion? Of course,