Two days had passed.
Li Ping'an had gone nowhere else. For those two days, he had sat obediently at the foot of the Yikun Sect's mountain.
He sat cross-legged, not moving an inch.
He sensed the breath of heaven and earth, as though cultivating there.
The two Yikun Sect disciples assigned to watch Li Ping'an stared at him in boredom.
"The two days are up. Why hasn't anything happened here?" one disciple said.
The other said, "Could he really mean to fight his way into the Yikun Sect?"
"How dull. I was hoping to watch some excitement."
"All right, let's wait a little longer, then return to the sect to report."
"..."
As the two spoke, they looked again.
Only to find that Li Ping'an, who had been meditating there, had vanished.
Huh?
"Where is he?"
They turned their heads again and suddenly jumped in fright.
"Holy shit!!"
The man who had been meditating there had suddenly appeared a short distance in front of them.
"Go back and tell your sect leader that Li Ping'an has come to the Mountain Gate to test his fists."
The two froze, then swiftly darted toward the Mountain Gate.
Li Ping'an patted the dust off his backside.
At this point, there was no need to stand on ceremony with him anymore.
If this dragged on any longer, the field mice's seventh-day memorial would be over.
The Yikun Sect.
Just after the disciples watching Li Ping'an returned and reported the matter.
Everyone felt the entire Mountain Gate shudder violently.
Boom!!
The Mountain-Guarding Grand Formation trembled fiercely, and the warning bell on Main Peak rang furiously.
It warned the entire sect that the Yikun Sect was under attack.
At that moment, everyone in the sect raised their heads in astonishment.
Some of the younger disciples