"Moo~"
Old Ox stretched out a hind leg and scratched his rump.
Li Ping'an drank his tea, listening closely.
Dead.
Fortunately, it was not the entire tribe that had died.
Li Ping'an had anticipated this long ago and drained the tea in his bowl.
Then he set the bowl down.
Kitten had fallen fast asleep, hugging her cloth ball.
Li Ping'an reached out and stroked her furry head.
"Let's go."
"Moo~"
The Prince's Mansion.
It was not too late yet, and lights still burned in the Prince's Mansion.
Knock, knock~
Li Ping'an still knocked politely at the door.
Once again, the sturdy man from earlier that day came to answer it.
The man frowned slightly at the sight of Li Ping'an.
"Sir?"
"Sorry for the trouble, but please inform your master."
"My master has already retired. If you wish to visit, please wait until tomorrow."
"I'll wait for him here."
The sturdy man's brow furrowed more deeply. "Allow me to report this."
Before long, the man returned.
He led Li Ping'an inside.
It was the same seat as during his daytime visit, and the same tea he had drunk then.
Rolling two walnuts in his hand, Wang Xie took the seat of honor.
"I never expected you to return so soon, Mr. Li."
There was no smile on Li Ping'an's face now. "You have powers behind you whose reach extends to the heavens, and you cultivate in this blessed land. Why kill Barbarians for no reason?"
"It was an oversight on my part," Wang Xie said. "I never imagined that there would be friends of yours among those Barbarians.
I am willing to compensate for every loss, as an apology."
"You have yet to answer my question."
Wang Xie smiled faintly. "Surely you jest, sir. They were only a