The Market lay at the foot of Qingyang Mountain. After leaving it and following the indicated route for a short distance, Chen Lin reached the mountain's base.
The cave dwellings the Qingyang Sect rented to outsiders were located within this stretch of the Qingyang Mountain Range.
From afar, Chen Lin spotted an imposing building that matched the elderly steward's description exactly, and headed straight toward it.
After he handed his jade token to someone inside, a guide was assigned to show him the way.
His guide was a young, beautiful female cultivator.
"Sorry for the trouble, fellow Daoist!"
Chen Lin thanked her. These people were all disciples of the Qingyang Sect, so it would not hurt to build a little rapport with them.
"It's no trouble. I'm out here carrying out a mission myself."
The young woman was cheerful, taking out two paper cranes as she spoke.
Chen Lin paused, unsure what she intended to do with the two paper cranes. Rather than pry, he casually remarked, "Did you fold these yourself, fellow Daoist? They're lovely."
"Pfft!"
His words immediately made her laugh aloud.
She glanced at Chen Lin and said, "My name is Ling Ziyan. You aren't a cultivator from Qingyang City, are you?"
"Oh? What makes you so certain?"
Chen Lin sounded surprised.
Ling Ziyan smiled until her eyes curved into crescents. "What cultivator in Qingyang City wouldn't recognize our Qingyang Sect's Immortal Paper Cranes?"
With that, she murmured an incantation and pointed at the paper cranes. They instantly grew to the size of real cranes, glowing softly as they hovered in the air with gently flapping wings.
Ling Ziyan floated up and landed on one of the paper cranes.
Then she looked at Chen Lin. "If you're used to flying spells, you don't have to ride an