The situation now was this.
Under Spirit Firmament City's rule, the Core Formation cultivators of several factions, including the Sun Family and the Zhao family, had all died at Li Ping's hands.
They had brought this end upon themselves, of course.
But the Nascent Soul cultivators of Spirit Firmament City would not listen patiently to Li Ping's explanations. All they would see was that he had killed ten Core Formation cultivators under their rule.
They would probably fly into a rage at once.
Unless Li Ping agreed to open his divine sense and let them perform a Soul Search to clear him of suspicion.
Naturally, Li Ping could never do that. He had no need to beg others to declare him innocent.
At this point, leaving immediately was the best choice.
Fortunately, he had always made a habit of bringing everything he owned whenever he went out, ready to flee at any moment. He therefore had no need to make a special trip back to Spirit Firmament City.
Whoosh!
Li Ping tossed out his Flying Boat, expanding it to seventy or eighty feet long, and motioned for Wei Yiling and Feng Xishuang to board.
Then, with a push of his will, the Flying Boat beneath his feet turned into a streak of rainbow light and shot toward the Eastern Sea.
The Desolate Fire Sparrow could break through at any moment. He could not take it back to the Western Wasteland.
Besides, his own cultivation required a third-tier high-grade spirit vein, and every such spirit vein in Great Zhou already had an owner. None would let the three of them use it.
He himself did not particularly care about being wanted by the Immortal Alliance. A change of appearance would let him enter Spirit Firmament City again. Wei Yiling and Feng