They talked through the night.
Early the next morning, Xu Guike took his leave.
After some thought, Li Ping still tried to persuade him. "Fellow Daoist Xu, the Immortal Alliance and the Eastern Sea demon race are at war in Great Zhou right now. To be safe, I advise you to remain in the Western Wasteland and cultivate for a while. Wait until things settle down over there."
Although the Western Wasteland had no fourth-tier spirit veins, making further progress impossible once cultivators reached the Core Formation late stage.
And in its barren spiritual qi environment, the spirit materials produced were far inferior to those of the Great Zhou Cultivation World in both grade and quantity. Thus, even before Nascent Soul formation, cultivators of equal aptitude progressed faster in Great Zhou than in the Western Wasteland.
Li Ping knew Xu Guike was wholly devoted to pursuing the Dao. Having avenged his master and untied the knot in his heart, he could hardly wait to head to Great Zhou and advance further along the Immortal Dao.
Under ordinary circumstances, Li Ping would not have discouraged him.
But now, war had erupted between the Immortal Alliance and the Eastern Sea demon race, throwing the Great Zhou Cultivation World into turmoil.
Even Li Ping himself had returned to the Western Wasteland to avoid that maelstrom. Going to Great Zhou might not be a good thing for Xu Guike.
That was why he tried to dissuade him.
Hearing Li Ping's words, Xu Guike pondered for a moment before smiling. "Thank you for the warning, Fellow Daoist Li. If Great Zhou truly becomes too chaotic for me to cultivate in peace, I'll return to the Western Wasteland."
With that much said, Li Ping pressed him no further. "Then I wish you smooth sailing, Fellow Daoist