After sorting out some trivial matters in Pingliang State, there actually wasn't anything troublesome.
Li Shipeng was still ardently grinding his sword. There was no need for him to worry about the Ancient Langzhong Sect. The general trend was unchangeable, inevitable.
One day, after having breakfast in the city, he strolled out with a premonition; the time had come.
Soaring in the sky, he glanced at Zhongqing City awakening in the early morning. With a slight smile, he felt a sense of accomplishment in this place and thought he should be content.
Ascending to thousands of feet in the sky, the State below was clearly visible. Without hesitation, he flew southward using Sword Control, commencing his rare vacation.