As Meng Changyun pondered the rivers of blood sure to flow from the peak of Cold Mountain tonight, Shang Qingping walked over.1

“Young Lord Shen, I’ve been thinking, and I decided that I need to thank you in person.” She looked at him solemnly. “Once the Cold Mountain Night Banquet is over, I hope you can give me an opportunity to host a banquet in your honor to express my gratitude.”1

Her wounds had healed, and after refining both Extreme Yang Immortal Dew and Serene Profound Ambrosia, her cultivation base had advanced. All she needed now was the right opportunity, and she could prove her Dao and achieve Profound Unity!0

Su Yi said casually, “Cultivate properly going forward. Don’t let your Nine-Yin Profound Meridians go to waste. That’s the best repayment you could possibly give me.”0

Shang Qingping was stunned; his words seemed out of place, like the earnest guidance of a senior.0

Off to the side, Yao Xue couldn’t help but interject. “Qingping, the discussions of the Dao are about to begin. You can’t concern yourself with this any longer or it might affect your mental state.”1

“It’s fine,” said Shang Qingping. “I just heard that the Lan Family invited a distinguished...0