Baiyun Ancient City.
Inside an inn.
Ye Ping and the two of them were sitting in the middle of a pavilion.
The Great Purgatory Resentful Demon was seated opposite Ye Ping, looking rather troubled. He didn't take a single bite of the food on the table as he was in a bad mood.
Xia Qingmo more or less ate some.
On the other hand, Ye Ping didn't eat anything at all. After all, his master had told him not to eat too much grains, lest he affected his constitution.
"Princess Qingmo, I thought about it. Sending you to Lizhou is not going to work. The Fiendcelestial Cult is watching you, I'm afraid if we go to Lizhou now, we'll face lots of danger along the way."
That was Ye Ping's concern. It wasn't that he didn't want to escort Princess Qingmo to Lizhou, but rather, he felt that the Fiendcelestial Cult would definitely ambush them along the way.
They would be sending themselves to an early grave if they went over now.
