Atop a cliff.
Li Ping sat cross-legged alone, his eyes closed as he refined qi. Since Wei Yiling interfered with his cultivation, he had sent her away to cultivate in seclusion in a cave abode several miles away.
Feng Xishuang had entered seclusion to hone her magic power in preparation for Nascent Soul formation. Before anyone knew it, ten years had passed.
One day, Li Ping's expression suddenly shifted, and he opened his eyes. His vast divine sense spread outward, instantly revealing Meng Wanjun standing delightedly before his palace.
She did not know that Li Ping was not in the palace at the moment, so after activating a Sound Transmission Talisman, she stood there waiting for him to summon her.
With a stir of Li Ping's divine sense, his voice sounded directly beside her ear. "I'm over here. Come straight to me."
"Ah!"
Meng Wanjun froze for a moment before rising into the air and flying toward the cliff where Li Ping sat.
Within moments, she appeared before him and asked with a smile, "Young master, why did you come all the way up to this cliff to meditate?"
Li Ping glanced at her. "Naturally, I have my reasons for being here. What did you need me for?"
"Well, here's what happened-"
Hearing his question, Meng Wanjun hurriedly began explaining everything in detail.
Li Ping nodded as he listened, occasionally looking thoughtful. By the time Meng Wanjun finished, his expression had turned to surprise.
As it turned out, after coming to the Heavenly Craft Sect and being put under pressure by Li Ping,
Meng Wanjun had spent these ten years diligently studying beast-taming techniques. Relying on the unique beast-taming talent granted by her Dragon-Tender bloodline, she had finally become a third-tier beast tamer.
And just as Li Ping had guessed,