Several dozen days later.
Li Ping, who had been cultivating in seclusion inside the Palace, suddenly stirred and opened his eyes. He reached out and caught a Sound Transmission Talisman in his hand.
He extended his divine sense into the talisman. After reading its contents, his expression turned strange.
"They actually managed to invite Bai Yaoyue here, and she wants to see me?"
After pondering for a moment, Li Ping beckoned, drawing the nascent soul cultivating in a corner of the hall back into his body, then rose and walked toward the doors.
Pushing the doors open, he immediately saw the three people waiting outside: Yun Yuheng and two female cultivators, one older and one younger, standing before him.
Bai Yaoyue's splendor surpassed even her former self. Compared to over two hundred years ago, her beauty was even more breathtaking.
Over two hundred years ago, Yun Lingsu had been frail and thin. With the passage of time, she had grown into herself, and her face had matured considerably.
Still, the general contours of their faces remained unchanged, with traces of their former appearances, so Li Ping recognized them at a glance.
The moment the doors opened, the three waiting outside saw him as well.
An almost visibly palpable trace of disappointment appeared on Bai Yaoyue's face.
During their earlier conversation, she had already learned from Yun Yuheng that Yan Buping was not a real person, but an alias Li Ping had used to conceal his identity through form and appearance alteration. Li Ping himself was ordinary-looking, nothing like Yan Buping, who had resembled an immortal banished to the mortal world.
Yet now that she saw Li Ping's true face, Bai Yaoyue, who was a hopeless admirer of good looks, could not help feeling disappointed. She silently thought, *So Fellow Daoist