Li Ping sat cross-legged inside the great hall.
Nearly two months had slipped by since he had instructed the Yun Household to send Elysian High Person a letter, inviting him to Cliffsun Mountain to discuss Yun Lingsu becoming his descendant's Dao companion.
Li Ping was neither certain nor concerned about whether Elysian High Person would honor the invitation.
He knew that among mortals, the most efficient political stratagem was to invite someone to a banquet or a meeting, then station five hundred swordsmen and axemen at the venue beforehand.
Throughout the ages, countless heroes had fallen to this trick.
Cultivators were actually quite fond of it too.
For instance, when Huang Yunzi had dealt with Bai Yurong and her disciple Dai Sangyu, he had launched a surprise attack on the joyous day of the wedding banquet, when the Immortal City had lowered its guard. Without so much as blowing away a speck of dust, he had made the city change hands.
What made this trick so impossible to counter was that it caught people completely off guard, allowing one to take down an enemy in a single stroke at their weakest moment.
After all, no one could very well attend a drinking banquet clad in armor and armed to the teeth.
Even if the target was too busy to come this time, it did not matter. Their own side would lose nothing; they could simply arrange another banquet next time.
Besides, truth and falsehood were difficult to distinguish. A genuine invitation this time could become a trap the next.
Should something unexpected happen, a trap could also become a genuine invitation.
It would be best if Elysian High Person accepted this letter of invitation from the Yun Household.
If he did not, the Yun Household could send him a second