Inside the cave abode.
Li Ping stood beside the pool, holding a black jade slip in his right hand. He immersed his divine sense in it and read carefully.
The black jade slip contained the detailed information on Zhu Wanshou he had recently purchased from the Shadowkill Tower at great expense.
"Zhu Wanshou, a core formation middle stage cultivator, over four hundred and fifty years old, supreme elder of the Green Cliff Gate. Once joined a friend in killing a third-tier lower-grade Azure-Scaled Beast in the Eastern Sea. Treasures used-"
Li Ping examined the information carefully, a thoughtful look occasionally flashing through his eyes.
Overall, the detailed information on Zhu Wanshou differed little from what Madam Sun had told him.
The man was not particularly strong, and his potential on the Immortal Dao was exhausted. Li Ping could take advantage of his impoverished old age.
Moreover, he was the strongest member of his sect and had no powerful backing. He was a soft persimmon ripe for squeezing.
The only thing that drew Li Ping's attention was that Zhu Wanshou's Green Cliff Gate maintained good relations with Madam Sun's Sun Family of Medicine King Valley and several nearby sects. There was an element of mutual protection and assistance between them.
Their ties ran deep. Presumably, this was why Madam Sun had been confident she could persuade Zhu Wanshou to sell Li Ping the treasures he possessed.
Still, these were all core formation factions. Li Ping did not take them seriously.
Li Ping murmured to himself, "I'll wait a few years. Once Zhu Wanshou returns to the Green Cliff Gate, I'll..."
Suddenly, however, his voice stopped short, and his expression turned solemn.
"When did I become so unscrupulous?"
Li Ping had never considered himself a sage. He would not sacrifice himself for