His Fate Divine Power responded of its own accord. Jiang Yang turned in an instant, frowning toward a certain spot.
A speck of crimson shone through the Great Void. Separation flames rolled, revealing a vermilion separation sparrow.
It folded its wings and crouched in the Great Void, a vermilion crest atop its head and its feathers drawn close. Fiery light dripped from it like raindrops. Its body was as massive as a hill, and its golden-red pupils reflected the blue-and-white figure opposite.
Its long beak dipped. As soon as it saw Jiang Yang, it spoke in a human tongue, its voice clear as a young child's:
"I come bearing the decree of the Green Parasol Court: our young mistress Yun Zhen has attained Divine Ability and will soon receive the Dao and pay her ceremonial respects at the Green Parasol Court. We sincerely invite Your Highness to spare the time to attend."
"Yun Zhen has attained Divine Ability?"
The unexpected good news made Jiang Yang relax. As he listened, his brow smoothed further, until at last he raised his eyebrows and said:
"So astonishingly fast!"
The bird bore a letter in its beak and presented the invitation.
An invitation the size of a palm reached Jiang Yang's hand. Small red-gold characters stood in neat rows, and the signature at the end was in Yun Zhen's own hand.
This was an extremely formal invitation, and there was no reason whatsoever to decline. Jiang Yang accepted it and told the separation sparrow:
"I have received the invitation. Tell your mistress that I will certainly arrive on time."
"Chitong will be sure to convey Your Highness's words."
The separation sparrow bowed its head slightly and readily agreed, then spread its wings and vanished into the depths of the Great Void.
Jiang Yang remained