Tang Taixuan?
The Vice Commander of the Jingwu Guard, a Grandmaster-level expert, had come in person to deliver Emperor Yan's decree?
Chen Qing pondered for a moment. Such a grand display for an Imperial Court commendation—was this a case of spending a fortune to buy the bones of a fine horse?
He simply did not know what, exactly, this reward entailed.
"I see. I've troubled Elder Gong to make the trip personally."
Chen Qing clasped his hands. "I'll make a few preparations, then head to Tianbao Hall at once."
"Please, True Disciple. This old man will return first to report to the Sect Leader." Gong Nansong smiled and nodded before turning to leave.
Chen Qing returned to his room and changed into a set of casual sect clothes.
He followed the familiar stone path toward the Rainbow Bridge. The mountain wind brushed against his face, while the sea of clouds churned beneath his feet.
Before long, the towering main hall of the principal peak came into view.
On the broad white-jade plaza before the hall, Luo Ping stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly gazing into the distant cloudscape.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around with a smile. "Junior Brother Chen is here."
"Elder Luo." Chen Qing clasped his hands.
"The Sect Leader has been waiting for some time. Please, come in." Luo Ping stepped aside to lead the way. His gaze lingered on Chen Qing for an instant; his smile remained unchanged, yet a trace of complexity flickered through his eyes.
Chen Qing gave a slight nod and stepped into the hall.
The hall was brightly lit. Eight bronze crane-beak lamps burned quietly, illuminating every inch of the surrounding walls.
On the large rosewood chair at the head of the hall sat Sect Leader Jiang Lishan, his expression composed.