At the mouth of the alley stood an inconspicuous carriage, its curtains old and its horses ordinary. A short palace-robed woman was chatting idly with the old cultivator Liu Jia, while the cheerful young man from the Heavenly Water Zhao Clan was, for once in his life, somewhat restrained.
The driver was an acquaintance as well, still standing beside the carriage with his eyes closed, resting his mind.
Chen Ping'an did not slow his steps. He walked over at an unhurried pace, smiling as he raised three fingers. The old driver gave a cold snort.
The palace-robed woman stopped her half-hearted conversation with the old cultivator and turned to look at the green-robed figure. A jade hairpin pinned his hair, his frame was tall and slender, and cloth shoes covered his feet. He seemed relaxed and at ease—not like an Outsider, but more like someone taking a Leisurely Stroll through his own territory.
A green-robed Sword Immortal striding through the capital, young and high-spirited—nothing more than that.
Yet the Young Man was not carrying that longsword at present. It was said to have been refined from a section of the tip of Immortal Sword Taibai. During the battle at Zhengyang Mountain, the sword had rarely appeared; more often, he had suppressed an entire mountain with swordsmanship alone. He had most likely left it inside the residence. Zhao Yao, the Ministry of Justice Attendant Official in the Song Clan's Imperial Court, had considerable Immortal Fate and had likewise obtained a fragment of the Taibai Immortal Sword.
As the green-robed man steadily drew closer, she frowned slightly. The mud-legged boy from back then had grown this tall? When they spoke later, would she not be at a terrible disadvantage?
Earlier, at Evergreen Palace, she had viewed a Landscape Painting Scroll through the