"Hm?"
Yang Huai and Luo Xiang's hearts stirred at those words, and they looked overhead.
Just then, a point of white light seemed to emerge above the ink-wash landscape. In the blink of an eye, it drew near from afar, transforming moments later into a Daoist in a moon-white robe trimmed with gold, who appeared before Yang Huai.
Looking closely, they saw a cold and severe Daoist clad in a moon-white robe patterned with clouds, his long hair flowing over his shoulders. Yet his features were handsome, and there was an exceptional carefree grace in his expression. A longsword rested in his hand.
"May I ask who this senior is?"
Luo Xiang recognized the man before him and hurriedly cupped his hands in salute.
"This junior greets Martial Granduncle Jiang!"
The white-robed Daoist glanced at him.
"Oh, so you are the disciple Danqing took in over in Western Shu?"
"Yes!"
Jiang Yuexin swept his gaze over him, then said, "Your foundation is not bad. You have completed Foundation Establishment as well. Did your master pass the Six Spirits Mysterious Aspect Formula on to you?"
Luo Xiang cupped his hands slightly. "Martial Granduncle's eyes are as keen as torches!"
The white-robed Daoist smiled faintly. "To cultivate this method successfully, your foundation must indeed be decent. No wonder your master has been so anxious, running off to Western Shu again and again. I thought he had a mistress from a past life there..."
Luo Xiang could only smile awkwardly. "Martial Granduncle jests!"
Jiang Yuexin laughed heartily, then turned his gaze toward Yang Huai, who was about to bow. Smiling, he said, "Little Martial Brother, there is no need for such formalities. Just call me Martial Brother. Of course, if you are unwilling to enter Master's lineage, then you will have to call