Yang Huai was only slightly stunned before offering his own interpretation.
"Observe propriety, love others, love oneself!"
The woman in colorful robes stirred slightly. She looked the innate exotic vine up and down, a trace of appreciation appearing in her expression as she smiled sweetly.
"You little vine are rather interesting. How about this? From now on, you may enter my courtyard, but you must help sweep and clean it. If you ruin anything, I will hold you accountable!"
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
Yang Huai was overjoyed.
Was this not a form of recognition?
Did this count as favor?
It probably did!
The woman in colorful robes turned and left.
At last, the blazing sun at the horizon sank beneath the earth. The radiance of the lunar moon spilled across the land.
Rumble! Rumble!
Faint thunder rang out across the heavens. A downpour would likely descend upon the mountains soon, so after some thought, Yang Huai withdrew his consciousness from the innate exotic vine's body and returned to the Profound Mystery Sect.
At the foot of Chaoshou Peak in the Profound Mystery Sect, Yang Huai awoke from his canopy bed in his solitary little courtyard. Dawn had only just begun to break.
Birdsong already drifted over from the mountains outside.
Yang Huai drew the Junting Ancient Sword. With a lift of his hand, he unleashed every subtlety of the White Tiger Spirit Sword Art, once, twice, three times. Gradually, a thread of azure spiritual light emerged along the blade of the Junting Ancient Sword, while the phantom of an Azure Dragon appeared around him. In an instant, the twin forms of dragon and tiger seemed to race through the void amid the sword's howl. Azure and gold light gleamed against each other, granting this sword art an additional trace of