As Bai Yang set foot in Jiang Dynasty territory, he saw a country steeped in culture wherever he went. Jiang Haoran gave the impression of a refined scholar; perhaps this was what they meant by "as the upper classes go, so go those below."
Cities large and small across the country were dotted with academies. Gatherings devoted to music, chess, calligraphy, and painting took place at all hours, and a fine poem, painting, or melody could summon Anomalies and draw a chorus of astonished exclamations.
Honestly, Chen Dynasty was nowhere near as steeped in culture.
Mountains and rivers swept beneath his feet; all the joys and sorrows of mortal life passed before his eyes.
Though it was still a little cold at winter's end and patches of snow had yet to melt, Shengjing City, with half its gardens already in bloom, was bustling. Men of letters gathered with a few friends to discuss the world, utterly at ease.
Faced with such a harmonious scene, Bai Yang could hardly bear to shatter the peace. But he had to. Otherwise, when Chu Tianya marched his army here, everything in this land would be reduced to scorched earth!
In the distance, Bai Yang saw a Human King Realm expert shoot out of Shengjing City, the capital of Jiang Dynasty, like a streak of light. He paid no attention, but the other party must have sensed his presence. After circling widely through the sky, the expert flew straight toward him.
Huh? Someone he knew—and apparently she had come looking for him. Bai Yang stopped.
Atop a cloud, Sea King, dressed in a blue gown, stared at Bai Yang with wide eyes and an expression that said, "What the hell?"
"That's a strange look. What's that supposed to mean?" Bai Yang asked helplessly. Why did