The matter with Wenhai was just a minor interlude for Wang Ping. Allowing him into the courtyard to help handle the Patrol Envoy's official documents was something Daoist Zi Luan was pleased to see, and it also made it convenient for Wang Ping to monitor Wenhai.
Li Xingwen had been right. Daoist Zi Luan would subconsciously scheme no matter what he did; it had become one of his twisted pleasures.
After the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, Liu Shuang moved to the Mountain Peak Dojo. She needed to familiarize herself with the environment in advance, as she had calculated her advancement would be sometime after the Spring Festival of the following year.
「Early in the second month.」
As Wang Ping awaited news from Lv Wen, a dazzling pillar of light composed of Water Spirit Qi suddenly gathered in the sky above the back mountain.
Zhao Qing, who had been in Death Seclusion for decades, was unexpectedly breaking through to the next realm without any warning.
