Several days passed before he knew it.
The day Sheng Hu and Li Ping had agreed upon for their duel arrived. With Sheng Hu dead, the duel was naturally canceled.
But Li Ping did not simply let the matter rest. Instead, he went straight to Ridgefort's base on Donghua Mountain and demanded an explanation from Sheng Hu.
Sheng Hu had only just died, leaving Ridgefort without a Core Formation cultivator to hold the fort. Amid the chaos, how could they dare offend an expert like Li Ping?
Faced with the threat at their doorstep, Ridgefort ultimately had no choice but to bleed heavily, handing over a large quantity of spirit herbs, spirit stones, and other resources as an apology.
Only after accepting the spirit stones and herbs did Li Ping leave with a cold snort.
With that, his conflict with Sheng Hu was finally over. He was reasonably satisfied with the outcome.
When he returned to his cave abode, Meng Wanjun was feeding the two spirit beasts.
It was no longer just the Earth Spirit Mouse. Even the Desolate Fire Sparrow had become her little lapdog, crowding around her all day long.
Li Ping could not help marveling at how overwhelmingly powerful the Dragon-Tender Bloodline was.
At the same time, however, a question rose in his mind. With such an incredible bloodline, why had the Dragon-Tenders vanished without a trace?
Had they migrated elsewhere in this world, or had they perished?
"Senior, you're back!" Noticing Li Ping's return, Meng Wanjun stood and called out with a smile.
Li Ping smiled and nodded.
Ever since she had confessed her feelings to Li Ping a few days earlier, Meng Wanjun had been worried about his duel with Sheng Hu, fearing he might be injured.
That was also why she had been rather