"Ring, ring, ring..."
The urgent ringing startled He Pingsheng, but it did not last long.
After roughly twenty-odd breaths, the person peeping at him seemed to stop because they had seen He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng's face darkened.
A few more breaths passed before a knock came from outside the formations.
He Pingsheng sent his Divine Sense surging out to scan the area and discovered that the visitor was actually the Steward Elder from the Steward Great Hall.
He could not refuse to see this man.
He Pingsheng rose from his meditation cushion, then leisurely opened the formations and went to the entrance.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle!" He Pingsheng bowed to the Elder.
When they first met, the Steward Elder had told him to call him Martial Uncle rather than Elder.
"Hehehe... Not bad, not bad!" the Steward Elder said. "Let's talk inside your cultivation grounds. There are a few things I would like to discuss with you!"
"Please come in, Martial Uncle!"
He Pingsheng respectfully invited the old man into his cultivation grounds.
He still had to show respect on the surface. It would not cost him anything, anyway.
After entering He Pingsheng's cultivation grounds, the two seated themselves according to their positions as host and guest.
The Steward Elder looked up at the four layers of formations over He Pingsheng's cultivation grounds, clicking his tongue in wonder. "I never imagined you were a formation genius, Martial Nephew He. Did you set up all these formations?"
He Pingsheng smiled. "Yes. They're merely first-grade Immortal Formations, nothing worth mentioning!"
"If I didn't set up some formations, there would always be fly-swarming, dog-skulking scoundrels trying to spy on me. With these formations, I naturally have another layer of protection!"
"Wouldn't you agree, Martial Uncle?"
The Steward Elder's expression turned rather ugly. *Fly-swarming, dog-skulking