Early the next morning, after making Spiritual Cuisine, he personally brought it to where Biyue Piaoling lived.
"Sect Leader Wen!"
"Sect Leader Wen, let me help you carry it."
As he walked, passersby gathered around.
Wen Ping naturally declined their kindness, arrived at the inn, and knocked on the room where Biyue Piaoling stayed.
Knock, knock, knock!
After three knocks, a voice came from inside, "Come in."
Wen Ping carried the Spiritual Cuisine and stepped through the door, seeing Biyue Piaoling sitting cross-legged practicing on the bed, with Shan Hua standing by. When Wen Ping entered, a door to the suite opened, and Lu Ye and Biyue Yi came out. Seeing Wen Ping visiting, they quickly approached and exchanged brief pleasantries.
After exchanging pleasantries, Wen Ping handed the Spiritual Cuisine to Shan Hua, saying to Biyue Piaoling, "Senior Piaoling, are your injuries better?"
Biyue Piaoling forced a smile and responded, "Much better, fate wouldn’t bring my end. King Yan tried to claim me, but you kid kept me safe... had a fight with King Yan."
"Alright, hearing your tone, I know you’re better. Take your time recovering, I have things to do and must go now." Wen Ping said and directly bid farewell to them.
Leaving the inn, he headed toward the Yang Family.
Because new disciples joined, and they don’t have clothes to wear.
As the Immortal Clear Wind Robe is the symbol of the Immortal Sect, disciples without it aren’t dressed properly. At the same time, during this trip down the mountain, Wen Ping also planned to redesign the Sect Uniform.
Disciples and Elders, Elders and Sect Leader, there must be a difference.
Especially the Sect Leader and Elders, they should dress formally.
When nearing the Yang Family, the sound of cursing attracted Wen Ping’s attention from the street.
"You stupid bitch, walking without watching where you’re going!"
This was a young man’s voice, full of intense hatred. As his cursing continued, more people gathered around the street. When Wen Ping wanted to go see what was happening, people slowly made way, and someone beside him started explaining what had happened.
It turned out an old woman had bumped into someone and accidentally stepped on the dress of his female companion, ripping it.
Originally a matter that could be big or small, the young man liked to make a fuss.
Wen Ping stepped forward for a closer look.
Silently thought: Trouble always lasts the longest.
The one cursing the old woman was none other than his former drinking buddy Jin Mu?
He had seen him once when recruiting Zhao Yi.
Seeing him again now, this guy was still surrounded by women, maintaining his decadent appearance.
"Jin Mu, have you cursed enough?"
Wen Ping’s cold voice came!