The drizzle washed over the small Daoist temple, dampening its walls.
Li Ping'an shed his Daoist robe, wearing only a loose undergarment, and placed a bamboo stool under the eaves to sit quietly and gaze into the distance. Not long after, he closed his eyes and emptied his mind.
The spiritual energy, washed by the rain, had gained a touch of refreshing coolness.
This was already the fourth day since Elder Yansheng left, and Li Ping'an still couldn't be sure if returning to the Wanyun Sect now would be safe.
Yesterday, Minister Weiyan received a Messaging Jade Talisman—someone from within the sect was inquiring about Weiyan's safety.
Clearly, the situation in the East Sea was still very tense, and it seemed that some of the Immortals within the sect had temporarily lost contact with the Wanyun Sect.
'This has nothing to do with me at the moment.'
So thought Li Ping'an, a minor cultivator in the Ningguang realm.
