After paying his respects to Daoist Ji at Little Plum Mountain and discussing the underground spirit vein with Ji Shuchen, Li Ping left satisfied.
The Phantom Shuttle became a streak of black light and flew toward Swordforging Manor.
His third senior brother, Yan Jingxing, and Yan Hengchuan were both there at the moment.
Yan Hengchuan had no plans to continue cultivating in the near future, so whether he had access to spirit land made little difference.
Even if he stayed in the mortal world, he would not need to worry about depletion as long as he did not squander his magical power.
Of course, even if he depleted too much magical power, he could recover it using spirit stones and pills.
But if he wanted to advance his cultivation, he would need the support of spirit land.
Spirit stones and pills alone would not improve his cultivation in the slightest.
Li Ping made no deliberate attempt to conceal his arrival, so Yan Hengchuan noticed the Phantom Shuttle as soon as it reached the skies above Swordforging Manor.
He flew out of the manor. Seeing that it was Li Ping, his face lit up with delight. "Grandmaster, you're back!"
Li Ping nodded slightly. "Yes. You're getting married, so of course I had to come back."
"Hehe!" Yan Hengchuan grinned smugly at that, then led Li Ping into Swordforging Manor.
His third senior brother, Yan Jingxing, and the others were already waiting inside to welcome him.
Nearly thirty years had passed since Li Ping's last visit to Swordforging Manor.
On his last visit, Yan Jingxing had already been a little old man with graying hair and beard. After so many more years, he was now nearly ninety and in the twilight of his life. Even his eyes had grown cloudy, and age