Liu Zongcheng called out to Li Ping'an, who was about to leave.
"Elder, is there anything else?"
Liu Zongcheng sighed softly. "It was a rare stroke of fate that brought us together. Before we part, let me give you a few things."
With that, he handed Li Ping'an a treasure pouch.
"There are some spirit herbs inside, along with some poison pills I refined and a Poison Scripture I compiled.
"I've studied the art of refining poisons since childhood. After all these years of research, it's a pity I have no direct disciple."
Refining poisons was hardly something glorious to speak of.
Especially in an upright, prestigious sect like Shushan, those who attained mastery in it were few and far between.
After all, compared to Sword Cultivators who wielded swords or Qi Refiners with their endless array of spells,
using poison simply lacked prestige.
What promising young disciple would leave the broad roads untaken and turn down these narrow goat trails instead?
Liu Zongcheng spoke sincerely.
A scene sprang into Li Ping'an's imagination.
He knelt before Elder Liu Zongcheng and said, "I heard you don't have a disciple. As it happens, my master isn't reliable either.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to look after you in your old age~"
Still, that was something he could only imagine.
After thanking Liu Zongcheng, Li Ping'an set off with everything he owned.
An old ox followed behind him, while Run Tu carried a piece of luggage in each of his two little paws.
"Boss, what does Shushan's prison look like?"
"Won't we know when we get there?"
"Anyway, wherever we go, all that matters is staying with you and Brother Ox."
Run Tu chuckled, full of anticipation for their new destination.
The setting sun, lingering sunset clouds, wisps of haze, and old