Secret Conversation

At noon the next day, Jiang Ping'an went to Colorful Cloud Waterfall as promised.

Flying in from several hundred zhang above, he could take in the magnificent Colorful Cloud Waterfall from afar.

Colorful Cloud Waterfall was not entirely flowing water. It also had seven-colored cloud gauze formed from several centuries of condensed spirit mist, pouring down from a cliff several hundred zhang high. When sunlight pierced through it, the cloud wisps refracted shifting, ever-changing rosy light, as though heavenly brocade woven by fairies had draped down into the mortal world. It was exceptionally splendid.

As he approached Colorful Cloud Waterfall, the thunderous roar of the immense falls gradually began to assault his ears.

Beneath the seven-colored cloud gauze was indeed a colossal waterfall that plunged straight down three thousand feet. Below it lay a pool spanning over a thousand mu. Such an enormous body of water ought to be called a lake.

People were boating about on the lake, enjoying themselves.

Jiang Ping'an circled once and confirmed that Yue Qingning had not arrived yet, then landed near the waterfall. Several pavilions stood close to the falls, but all had already been occupied.

Jiang Ping'an chose the pavilion nearest the waterfall and flew inside.

Inside sat a male menial disciple and a female menial disciple, pressed close together as they talked sweetly, all tender affection. The moment they noticed Jiang Ping'an, they stopped speaking. The female menial disciple quickly pulled away from the male menial disciple, while the male disciple first became terribly guilty and flustered. When he saw that the newcomer was a complete stranger, a fierce look immediately surfaced on his face.

But the next moment, he realized Jiang Ping'an was an Outer Sect Disciple, someone he could not afford to provoke. He immediately lowered his head in fright