He watched Wei and Feng leave.
Li Ping then summoned Meng Wanjun and asked about the White-Gathering Pavilion.
With a bright smile, Meng Wanjun told him that the White-Gathering Pavilion was doing well. Most of the items Li Ping had left in the shop some time ago had already been sold for spirit stones.
Over the past year, another six commissions for third-tier alchemy had come in. She had put them all on hold, waiting for Li Ping to find the time to refine the pills.
Aside from those two matters, there was the purchase of secondhand magic artifacts, which Li Ping cared about most.
Last year, three people had come to the White-Gathering Pavilion to sell secondhand magic artifacts. All were waiting for Li Ping to appraise them personally.
All in all, everything was going smoothly.
The only thing Li Ping found somewhat disappointing was that there was still no news of the supreme yang wood he needed to break through to third-tier body refinement.
Once they finished discussing business, Meng Wanjun suddenly slapped the Storage Bag at her waist. An enormous earthen-yellow python several dozen feet long appeared in the courtyard. She declared proudly, "Young master, look at my spirit beast!"
"Oh!"
Li Ping swept it with his divine sense and discovered, to his surprise, that the Earthrock Python he had given Meng Wanjun decades ago now had a second-tier aura.
He could understand why Meng Wanjun was so proud.
Anyone would have been proud to raise an Earthrock Python from scratch to the second tier in such a short time.
Although this Earthrock Python's parents were both third-tier demon beasts, its own bloodline was actually inferior to a Blazing Arrow Eagle's. Even at maturity, it would naturally reach only first-tier upper-grade.
Less than thirty years had passed.