Li Ping'an certainly knew that Uncle Master Huanglong had not been having a good time lately.
But he genuinely didn't expect that this ancient son of the Ancestral Dragon, after talking for a while, would break down, sitting in the Immortal Pavilion with tears streaming down.
Li Ping'an glanced around and found no one noticing, quickly enveloping the area with a barrier and sitting opposite Huanglong, cautiously accompanying him.
He really wasn't good at comforting people.
The Saint's sermon had ended, Yuanshi Tianzun's figure was no longer in Jade Void Palace, and the assembly had moved to a section where Disciples of Chan Sect and various guests would discuss and chat about the Dao, a phase expected to last over a month or two.
Li Ping'an himself hadn't gained much.
Having embarked on the path of supreme unity body cultivation, listening to the method of cutting the Three Corpses did not have much impact on him.
