Immortal Huanglong, riding the Cloud Boat, had reached the vast dominions of Heaven and Earth in less than two days, and they were already faintly visible in the distance.
Li Ping'an, instead of returning to the Casting Cloud Sect first, had disguised himself and made his way to Dong'an City. As he entered the city's grand formation, a sense of loss suddenly welled up in his heart.
Ningning Mu had not yet returned.
In his residence in Dong'an City, there was only Wen Ling, peacefully cultivating while leaning against the increasingly large White Tiger.
Li Ping'an's thoughts stirred.
He had never really used this mount of his, which under Wen Ling's care had grown plump and robust, cough, having reached the battle power of the True Immortal Realm;
If he later infused it with some Heavenly Dao virtue, what kind of effect would that have?
It was worth a try.