Donghua Mountain.
Li Ping summoned Meng Wanjun and carefully chose his words as he told her about her awakening of the Dragon-Tender Bloodline.
After listening to Li Ping's account, Meng Wanjun covered her mouth in disbelief.
She instantly understood why Sheng Hu, a dignified core formation cultivator, had insisted on forcing her to become his concubine.
Before this, she had thought Sheng Hu coveted her beauty or the inheritance her master had left behind.
But thinking about it now, although her beauty rivaled flowers and the moon, Sheng Hu was a core formation cultivator and the true ruler of the Ling Kingdom. What woman could he not obtain? He could not possibly have gone to such lengths for beauty alone.
As for the inheritance... would a core formation cultivator covet an inheritance left by a foundation establishment cultivator?
Now the truth had come to light. Sheng Hu had been after the Dragon-Tender Bloodline within her.
If Senior Li had not intervened, and she had truly been forced to agree to Sheng Hu's demands, then Sheng Hu would have made her bear descendants with the Dragon-Tender Bloodline... Imagining that scene, Meng Wanjun could not help shuddering.
She stole a glance at Li Ping, little stars shining in her eyes. "Thank goodness for Senior Li."
This was the second time Senior Li had saved her, and he had asked for no reward. Her master's description of Senior Li in his final letter had indeed been true.
Senior Li was someone she could rely on.
"Senior Li, thank you for saving me again!" Meng Wanjun's eyes were filled with gratitude.
Knowing her gratitude was sincere, Li Ping smiled and waved a hand. "Your master and I had a longstanding friendship. You're my junior, so looking after you a little when it's within my