In truth.
Li Ping was now in a hurry to return to the Snowflight Sect, but not to mooch off its benefits.
With his current strength and wealth, finding somewhere to cultivate in seclusion without taking part in the Snowflight Sect's reconstruction would have been far less trouble.
The reason he came to the Snowflight Sect.
Was that he intended to take the initiative and refine a batch of pills to treat its members' injuries.
After all, Shi Yutong had promised to lend him the third-tier spiritual vein to attempt core formation, and he wanted to maintain a good relationship with the Snowflight Sect.
As for running away earlier?
The same principle still applied: Li Ping cultivated to attain longevity. Whatever the circumstances, his own safety always came first.
With rogue cultivators attacking the sect and the situation in utter chaos, Li Ping naturally chose to avoid the brunt of the assault first.
His friendship with Shi Yutong was not deep enough for him to risk his life for her.
"Ahem-"
Li Ping cleared his throat twice and was just about to say something when a gaunt old man in grayish-white robes noticed the commotion and flew over.
The moment he spotted Li Ping from afar, delighted surprise filled his face. "Pill Refiner Li, it's wonderful that you're all right."
Li Ping looked up toward the voice and immediately recognized Mei Hao, the Foundation Establishment cultivator who had once commissioned pills from him.
As the Snowflight Sect's logistics steward, Mei Hao had dealt with Li Ping many times over the past few years, and they had developed a good friendship.
After the great battle, the Snowflight Sect's wounded cultivators urgently needed pills to heal. Li Ping's arrival at this moment was like delivering charcoal in a snowstorm.
With him refining