Several days later.
On a barren mountain near Five Thunder Mountain, a yellow-faced, middle-aged cultivator stood at the summit, concealing himself with a secret art as he watched two figures fly out of Five Thunder Mountain.
"Someone finally came out." Li Ping smiled, then flashed away and followed them.
In a valley.
Looking at the two unconscious low-level cultivators before him, Li Ping nodded slightly. He extended his right hand and drew one of them into his grasp. A thread of blue light then surged from his palm and penetrated the man's skull.
A short while later, Li Ping repeated the process, performing a Soul Search on the other low-level cultivator.
Once he had finished, he flicked out two fireballs and burned the pair to ashes, then stood there pondering the information he had obtained through the Soul Searches.
His suspicions had been correct.
These two were indeed descendants of Red Thunder Old Monster. What surprised Li Ping, however, was that neither knew they belonged to the Acacia Sect.
Red Thunder Old Monster had certainly thrown himself deep into his role.
The good news was that, according to what the two knew, Red Thunder Old Monster had indeed resigned from his post at the Donghua Mountain Market Ward six years ago and returned to Five Thunder Mountain to live out his remaining days.
As for whether Red Thunder Old Monster had begun depleting the power of his Life-Bound Treasure to refine Talisman Treasures?
That was not something two low-level Qi Refining cultivators could know.
Li Ping leaned toward the view that Red Thunder Old Monster was already doing so. Demon cultivators were selfish, certainly, but Red Thunder Old Monster was nearing death. Since he had left descendants and even kept them ignorant of their family's connection to the Acacia Sect-