Inside the great hall.
Li Ping sat cross-legged, his immense divine sense spreading out to sweep over the Spirit Island and its surroundings.
Nothing could hide beneath the reach of his divine sense.
Meng Wanjun was cultivating in seclusion, refining her magic power. She was likely preparing to attempt Core Formation.
Because of the peculiar nature of the Dragon-Tender Bloodline, the magic power within her had already begun to crystallize. Li Ping had also given her an Essence Condensation Pill, so her chances of failing to form her core were very low.
Aside from Meng Wanjun on the Spirit Island, Bai Qing was meditating with his eyes closed inside the cave abode beside the Cold Pool outside the island.
Seven years earlier, Li Ping had agreed to accompany him deep into the Northern Wasteland around this time to break through the outer restrictions of that Ancient Cultivator Cave Abode.
He must have come to Meishan City while Li Ping was receiving the inheritance. After Meng Wanjun told him that Li Ping was in seclusion, however, he had quietly stayed nearby to wait.
Having acquired two fourth-tier arts in succession, with Xuan Er also swallowing a strand of fourth-tier Nether Baleful Qi and gaining the prospect of reaching the third-tier late stage in a few decades, Li Ping was in excellent spirits.
He smiled and nodded. "Bai Qing must be getting impatient. Let's head out now and help him secure that Ancient Cultivator Cave Abode."
Once this journey into the wasteland was over, all his affairs in the Western Wasteland would be settled.
Over in Great Zhou, the war between the Immortal Alliance and the Demon Race of the Eastern Sea had been raging for nearly sixty years and had entered a stalemate. Its intensity had probably diminished considerably, making it