The Wang Family Ancestral Grounds.
Several days had passed, yet a group of rogue cultivators still surrounded the place, hurling curses, while many more gathered nearby to watch the spectacle.
The commotion made it seem less like a place for quiet cultivation and more like a bustling market ward.
In a room on the top floor of a three-story building not far from the Wang Family Ancestral Grounds.
A figure sat beside the window, watching the activity around the distant Wang Family Ancestral Grounds with satisfaction in his eyes.
Just then, urgent knocking sounded at the door, followed by a low voice from outside. "Fellow Daoist Ye, it's me."
"Just a moment, Fellow Daoist Hu." Recognizing the visitor's voice, the figure addressed as Fellow Daoist Ye stood and went to open the door.
The door opened, and Hu Feng, Master Hu himself, walked inside. He glanced out the window and said meaningfully, "You certainly know how to choose a location, Fellow Daoist Ye."
Fellow Daoist Ye was none other than the frail-looking scholar, Junior Brother Ye, whom Dai Sangyu had once sent to "invite" Li Ping.
At Master Hu's words, he merely smiled. "You jest, Fellow Daoist Hu. There was no other intention behind choosing this place. It was only a coincidence."
Master Hu nodded and sat directly down in a chair. Without ceremony, he said, "I heard that after the Wang Family's Foundation Establishment cultivator died, you took over management of the Immortal City's Secret Arts Pavilion. You can give me the third-tier alchemist inheritance you promised now, can't you?"
"Heh, naturally." Junior Brother Ye smiled faintly. "Things went so smoothly thanks to your assistance, Fellow Daoist Hu. How could I neglect you? I have the third-tier alchemist inheritance on me and can give it to you anytime. However..."