Yin Song set Pan Yun down, lifted a corner of the cloak, revealing only a round, blackened little head. "Senior Brother, the spiritual rain is still falling. What should we do?"
Wang Fei Yin stepped forward to feel her pulse. After prying open her mouth and stuffing in a spiritual pill, he said, "Her cultivation technique is circulating on its own. Let her get rained on here."
The rain fell for a full half hour. The strands of rain were fine, yet they moved. The cloud over Pan Yun's head gave her rain for less than half a quarter-hour before drifting away to nourish the rest of creation.
Wang Fei Yin felt that was enough. He picked her up and left, leaving behind Yin Song and his disciple.
"Senior Brother, what do we do?"
"The Emperor insisted on coming to fetch her. Could she let the Emperor see her like this? You two receive them."
With Zhang Zijin in the imperial palace, Wang Fei Yin knew better than to push his luck twice. He did not enter the palace again, and even flew around it on his way back to the Capital City.
Wang Fei Yin carried her toward the Pan residence with remarkable honesty. With each stride, he crossed a vast distance and appeared far away.
Pan Yun was wrapped up tight beneath the cloak. No one could tell that Wang Fei Yin was carrying a person. Those who did not know might have thought he was holding some bundle of things.
But no one had the leisure to notice him. The city was filled with jubilation, and everyone was chasing the auspicious clouds in the sky.
The colorful Phoenix turned into clusters of auspicious clouds that drifted in all directions, slowly fading away.
Those who ran after the