A streak of immortal light flickered, and Qing Su stood with her hands behind her back in front of the cave dwelling, watching the figure of Li Ping'an.
She wore a body-hugging immortal dress, her lithe frame outlining the tender beauty of a woman, with black hair simply tied into a bun.
Seeing Li Ping'an return in one piece, the corners of Qing Su's mouth slightly curled up, but she immediately assumed the posture of a master again, her Taoist heart lightened, and her beautiful eyes became clear once more.
Li Ping'an greeted his two friends with a Daoist bow.
"Master! Your disciple has returned. I've been in closed-door cultivation at our ancestor's place until now and couldn't inform you sooner," he said.
Qing Su nodded slightly, "Dazhi, our great ancestor has informed me."
"Master, your disciple has brought two friends to visit our cave dwelling," Li Ping'an said.