Wen Ling'er brought over a few cups of tea.
The little White Tiger leaped to Li Ping'an's feet and transformed into a hanging-eyed tiger a zhang long, then reluctantly curled up its body, snuggling its head into Li Ping'an's hand, enjoying the caresses of its master.
Li Ping'an stroked the tiger and smiled,
"Tell me, how is the situation in the Immortal Dynasty now?"
He Xinghan and He Xinghe clasped their fists and reported,
"Sir, it seems like someone is fanning the flames in the Immortal Dynasty."
"After meeting with several elders of the Wanyun Sect, we thoroughly investigated the matter. That general's son seemed unharmed at first glance, but in fact, there were traces that someone had tampered with his soul. He would occasionally become distracted, as if in a trance, which at first appeared to be due to severe shock, but the symptoms did not match those of someone merely frightened."