The treetops swayed gently, the entrance stood wide open, and flocks of birds fluttered past, as though welcoming him inside.
The whole Green Parasol Court had a rustic, pastoral charm, with few buildings in sight. Jiang Yang stepped inside, and the birds and spirit fowl passing to and fro lowered their heads to preen their feathers, occasionally casting curious glances his way.
Just then, two maids descended from the sky. Petite and lovely, with crimson at the corners of their eyes, they wore palace dresses. One held a palace lantern, the other a basket of flowers.
They landed before Jiang Yang, dipped in a slight curtsey, and said softly:
"By Her Highness's command, we have come to invite you up to heaven, True Person."
Going up to heaven naturally meant entering a Grotto-Heaven. Jiang Yang's expression remained unchanged at their words, and he swept his sleeve.
"Very well. Lead on."
As a Golden Core power of immortal Luanfeng lineage, the Green Parasol Court naturally had a Grotto-Heaven, and the core members of its bloodline ordinarily lived there.
In ancient terms, these were people of the heavens, born in a Grotto-Heaven and dying in a Grotto-Heaven. All those they associated with were noble-born immortal descendants, and they seldom set foot in the mortal dust throughout their lives. Precious indeed.
A Grotto-Heaven was not necessarily suspended in the sky. Jiang Yang had entered Grotto-Heavens twice before and showed no hesitation. However, those he had visited had all been ownerless, places he entered to fight for opportunities and seize treasures. This was his first invitation as a guest.
The two maids led Jiang Yang to an immortal terrace. Feather patterns adorned the searing gateway, its flames a true red tinged with gold, its presence magnificent.
This was the place from which visitors were