"You need a favor?"
Though puzzled, Li Ping smiled and ushered Meng Qingyi into the pavilion, where they sat facing each other. With his little housekeeper gone, however, there was no one to brew tea.
But Li Ping knew Meng Qingyi was a cleanliness fanatic. When he first met him, Meng Qingyi had been thoroughly disgusted by the tea the rental steward served.
So he felt no embarrassment about offering no tea.
Li Ping looked at Meng Qingyi and said with a smile, "When I first broke through, although I wasn't able to join the Immortal City, you gave me a brush, Fairy Meng. I've always remembered that favor. Whatever you need, please speak freely."
His meaning was clear: I haven't forgotten how Dai Sangyu kept me from joining the Immortal City. I remember the favor of your talisman brush, but if you want me to do something too difficult, I won't.
Meng Qingyi gave a rueful smile, clearly understanding the implication.
He shook his head repeatedly. "I gave you that talisman brush to make amends for my own mistake. How could I use it to ask you for help?"
Then he continued, "Fellow Daoist Li, you must know that since the beast tide erupted, the Immortal City has had a great demand for resources such as magic artifacts,
"Spirit talismans, puppets, and pills. Consumables like spirit talismans and pills, in particular, are being depleted very quickly."
"As the person responsible for managing the Immortal City's logistics, I'm also finding the combat cultivators' enormous demands quite a headache." Meng Qingyi looked at Li Ping. "That's why I had no choice but to come here. I hope you can set aside your cultivation for now and devote yourself to drawing spirit talismans for the Immortal City."
Only after learning that it