"You've suffered such great losses this time?"
On the Cloud Boat returning to the Wanyun Sect's headquarters.
Elder Tianli gazed at the two young people before him and sighed with concern. Qing Su, in Tianli's eyes, was also quite young.
Li Ping'an saluted and then sat down on the wooden chair to the right of Elder Tianli.
"Master, please sit, no need to be so formal with Elder Tianli," Li Ping'an said with a smile, "The elder wouldn't want us to be so constrained."
Elder Tianli, responding with a smile, stroked his beard, and his crimson wide robe brightened a bit.
Qing Su sat down next to Li Ping'an and took out a Storage Spirit Ring from his sleeve. He pulled out the White Tiger that was soundly asleep inside the ring and threw it onto the table before him.
