Li Ximing swept his gaze over the group of cultivators and frowned slightly. He knew that with more and more Purple Mansion cultivators closing themselves off to cultivate here, remaining in this place was becoming increasingly inconvenient. What could be stirred up today might disrupt him tomorrow and force him out of seclusion, leaving everything at the mercy of others.0

It is not that I distrust Xiukui or Nine Mounds. White Sand Island can still serve as a place to leave messages, but it is no longer suitable for closed door cultivation. It would be better to find another territory.0

With that thought, he no longer had any intention of remaining on White Sand Island. He cast another glance at the uneven mix of cultivators below and frowned inwardly, If I simply leave with a flick of my sleeve, this place will suffer again in a few years. Whether it is an immortal gate from the Western Curtain Sea or the surrounding powers, they may not dare come openly at first, but probing is unavoidable.3

However, if he continued to stay here, matters would only grow larger. Leaving aside the Dragon Clan, even the Great Boon Bronze-Color Temple of the Peacock Sea would likely...0