Sunshine, beach, no bikinis.
Within the immortal power barrier enveloping the eastern beach of Dong'an City, Li Ping'an unbuttoned his inner jacket, holding a scripture in hand, contemplating three critical questions.
These three questions were quite crucial.
The first was naturally his current major concern; having his sword sharpened to its finest, how he should deal with Forge-Heaven Gate and its powerful backing.
He couldn't just take the token from the Yellow Emperor to Forge-Heaven Gate and demand their account books.
The second question was naturally his father's tribulation.
Although telling his father about such matters had greatly relieved Li Ping'an's Dao heart, there had been no changes to his father's tribulation since the destruction of Blood Fiend Hall.
This issue was actually more pressing, but compared to dealing with Forge-Heaven Gate, this one left Li Ping'an even more clueless.
