Mirror-Wall Cliff.
Beneath a green pine.
The lingering fragrance of tea rose, a few wisps of steam curling upward like misty clouds. The mountains were silent and windless.
Two women sat on either side of a tea stove.
One appeared slightly older, with the face of a beautiful married woman and a touch more gentleness in her features than most.
The other had a young woman's face, smooth white hair reaching her waist, and a touch more frost in her features than most.
Tap, tap, tap-
Scattered footsteps came from the mountain path behind them.
"Ancestor, they're here!" Cang Yue set down her teacup and spoke.
The white-haired woman nodded.
She casually picked up the teacup before her, brought it to her smooth red lips, and took a small sip.
Behind them, Jiang Ning's face appeared in Cang Yue's field of vision first.
His eyes seemed to hold a blazing sun and a luminous moon. Mysterious yin-yang light radiated from him, spreading outward without pause.
Then Shen Yue Ru came into view as well, tall and slender in her red robes.
"Greetings, seniors!" Jiang Ning came before the two women and cupped his hands.
"Greetings, Sect Master!" Shen Yue Ru first bowed to Cang Yue, then bent at the waist toward the white-haired woman, whose back alone was visible. "Greetings, Ancestor!"
"True Disciple Jiang, please take a seat!" Cang Yue rose and extended a hand in invitation.
She showed no arrogance before Jiang Ning.
She understood what a Primordial Spirit Immortal represented.
In the Primordial Era, a Primordial Spirit Immortal could be considered the equal of a true immortal.
Even now, Jiang Ning's cultivation realm was the same as hers, the sect master of the Crimson Radiance Sword Sect. He was no weaker than she was.
Not to mention that