Three years later, in Great Ning, on Seven Immortals Mountain.
A group of cultivators of varying ages waited patiently. Zhang Tie, Gu Musheng, Cheng Yao, Wang Xingwei, and Bai Qing were all among them.
Suddenly, a streak of silvery-white light sliced across the distant sky at tremendous speed, flying toward Seven Immortals Mountain.
At the sight, delight appeared in the eyes of the waiting cultivators.
The silvery streak reached them and vanished with a swish, revealing two figures within.
One was a young man in pale blue robes, his bearing serene and graceful. It was Li Ping.
The other wore white scholarly robes and sported a handsome, foot-long beard, a faint smile on his face. It was Qi Hanmo.
"Eldest Brother, Fifth Younger Brother!"
Zhang Tie called out in a trembling voice. Another six or seven years had passed since Li Ping's return to the Western Wasteland, and Zhang Tie was now a venerable two hundred and thirty-six years old. Given a foundation establishment cultivator's lifespan, even though Li Ping had secretly used the magic power of his Health-Nourishing Art to nourish Zhang Tie's body, he had only a few years left.
Layers of wrinkled skin now covered his plump face like withered tree bark. Age spots the size of copper coins stretched from his forehead down to his neck, and his eyelids drooped.
Yet seeing Eldest Brother and Fifth Younger Brother arrive together at Seven Immortals Mountain, joy still shone in Zhang Tie's eyes, and he excitedly clasped their hands.
The others also came forward to greet Li Ping.
Li Ping smiled and nodded. His vast divine sense spread outward, revealing that the construction on Seven Immortals Mountain had already begun to take shape.
Seven Immortals Mountain was the collective name for a mountain range stretching nearly a thousand