Rainbow remnants gathered as rain ceased, rosy clouds drifted; distant ripples stretched as far as the eye could see.
At the entrance to Yanchun Lane.
A luxurious carriage stood quietly parked, its wheels no longer rolling over the bluestone. The slanting sun drew out long, winding shadows across the ground and walls.
Qin Qianqiu was inside the carriage.
An Le was outside it.
Qin Qianqiu lifted the curtain and watched the white-clad youth emerge from the alley. Since he had begun paying attention to An Le, he naturally knew that the youth came to Yanchun Lane every day to buy a pot of Old Yellow Wine. Thus, he had been waiting here early.
His gaze looked down from above, carrying a trace of scrutiny. A powerful mind spread forth, weaving between the inside and outside of the carriage.
An invisible pressure, like a mountain, crashed down upon An Le's shoulders, just as Luo Qingchen had once tried to make An Le lower his brows and bend his waist from within his carriage.
However, Qin Qianqiu far surpassed Luo Qingchen in status, but fell short of him in cultivation.
Therefore, this pressure was nothing to An Le, who now possessed a Fearless Heart. It was like a gentle breeze brushing his face, and An Le remained composed.
The pressure came swiftly and vanished just as swiftly.
Qin Qianqiu instantly withdrew the pressure of his mind, and a trace of approval appeared on his face.
"Worthy indeed of Great Master An, who obtained the Minor Sacred Token. This bearing of remaining unflinching even when mountains collapse before one's face is truly extraordinary."
Qin Qianqiu applauded.
Yet An Le shook his head. "You flatter me, sir. It is not to that extent. It is simply that calling your mental pressure a mountain collapsing