After the sword's ringing faded, the banquet continued.
Li Ping looked at Teng Feng and smiled. "Teng Feng, it's good that you want to venture out into the world. That drive to better yourself is commendable, but they have a point too. The towering mountains beyond the Immortal City are full of danger."
Hearing what sounded like a warning from his eldest brother, Teng Feng hurried to explain, but Li Ping waved him off.
"Of course, I know you must have some confidence in your chances if you dare leave the city," he continued. "Besides, you have a heart as pure as a child's. Staying in the Immortal City to cultivate all the time would only let dust gather on your Innocent Heart."
Teng Feng seemed to see the light. Excitement spread across his face as he said, "You're right, eldest brother! I knew something always felt wrong about staying in the Immortal City. It looks like the mountains really do suit me better."
The other five had been ready to keep persuading Teng Feng, but once Li Ping spoke, they quietly swallowed their words.
Li Ping waved a hand, letting Teng Feng calm down before continuing. "Still, there's always a chance that something could go wrong. Teng Feng, you've quietly contributed for years since joining the Shared Boat Association. If something happens to you, what becomes of your contributions? Are they simply wiped away... ? That certainly won't do."
At Li Ping's words, Teng Feng grew thoughtful. "My contributions..."
That was right. He had contributed to the Foundation Establishment Fund for so many years. If he died in some mishap, wouldn't all those contributions have been for nothing?
Then he really would have lost out badly, left with nothing but a vast white wilderness, utterly bare.
But was he