By the end of that year...
Yu Menghan came to Immortal Peach Mountain to visit Li Ping and have him give her spirit beast, the Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly, its final treatment.
Upon seeing Li Ping, Yu Menghan grinned and took out the heavenly mystic crystal sealing the Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly, setting it on the table. "Fellow Daoist Li, sorry for the trouble."
Li Ping looked down and nodded slightly, saying calmly, "Given the Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly's current condition, Fairy Yu, you really no longer need to use heavenly mystic crystal to seal its vitality."
After so many years of treatment, the Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly's injuries were almost completely healed. Even outside the heavenly mystic crystal, it could still flutter about full of life.
"Hehe." Yu Menghan merely chuckled, saying nothing.
Li Ping guessed that her concern had clouded her judgment, leaving her unwilling to take even the slightest risk. He shook his head inwardly and pressed one hand against the heavenly mystic crystal.
Then he began pouring Longevity Art mana into it to nourish the Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly. Strand after strand of mana entered its body and was rapidly absorbed.
At the same time, feelings of dependence and joy radiated from within the heavenly mystic crystal.
Without anyone noticing, this wondrous insect of heaven and earth had grown accustomed to Li Ping's aura, and his attentive treatment had made it regard him as someone close.
Li Ping had only discovered this phenomenon recently. After absorbing so much of his Longevity Art mana, the Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly seemed to have taken on his shape.
Remembering how Xiao Yunzhi had deliberately stopped him to thank him on his return from Jixia, Li Ping pondered inwardly, The Marsh Water Life-Nourishing Art might not be as simple as I imagined.
He strongly suspected that