She realized that Li Ping had received her message and come.
Feng Xishuang hurriedly opened the formation and rushed outside to greet him.
Seeing Meng Wanjun following behind Li Ping, she froze for a moment. But remembering that Meng Wanjun shared an unusually close relationship with Li Ping and could be trusted, her expression quickly returned to normal.
Before she could say much, Li Ping spoke first. "Fellow Daoist Feng, take me to see Fellow Daoist Wei first."
"Of course, Master Li!"
At his words, the great stone weighing on Feng Xishuang's heart finally lifted.
She and Wei Yiling had carried out their mission to kill those so-called cultists in a mortal city less than forty thousand li from Spirit Firmament City.
After completing the mission and encountering an attempt to silence them through murder, she had neither panicked nor rushed back to Spirit Firmament City. Instead, she had first investigated the identities of those they had killed.
Only after learning their true identities had she made her final decision.
She had found a nearby branch of the Ten-Thousand-Mile Pavilion and paid spirit stones to have them send someone to deliver a plea for help to Li Ping. Meanwhile, she had fled far away with Wei Yiling and hidden in their safe house.
Beneath this desolate mountain lay a hidden second-tier upper-grade spirit vein, which she and Wei Yiling had discovered by chance years ago and later turned into a secret refuge.
To that end, they had even asked Li Ping to help make a Concealment Formation, which they had set up to hide the place completely.
No one besides them knew about it.
After sending the letter, Feng Xishuang had originally assumed that Li Ping would not arrive so soon.
After all, this place was over a hundred thousand