Nothing was said that night.
The next morning, Chen Ping opened his eyes from his meditation, a glint of light flashing in his purple eyes.
After a night of cultivation, his spiritual power was fully restored. Although his cultivation level did not break through, his chaotic power was more condensed than before.
He stood up, walked out of the guest room, and came to the lobby of the Void Pavilion.
Wu Yuan was already waiting in the hall.
Today he was dressed in a silver-white robe embroidered with the Void Merchant Guild’s mark, with a silver-white token hanging at his waist and a whisk in his hand. He looked less like a merchant and more like a hermit cultivator.
Su Jingqiu stood behind him, her long gray dress replaced by silver-white armor, a slender rapier hanging at her waist, her long hair tied up, making her look heroic and dashing, completely different from her previous quiet appearance.
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