"A genius from the Ancestral Court is bound to have a little pride."
Zhao Xixun chimed in, clearly accustomed to such things.
Rain Xiang Mountain belonged to the Weak Water Dao Lineage, after all. Anyone gifted enough to cultivate Weak Water was certain to have a distinguished background in every respect.
So none of them have seen her...
Jiang Yang's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly he grew uneasy, worrying about Shang Qingzheng's safety.
This Blessed Land was certainly not safe. If Ruo encountered some peril with no one nearby to support her, she might struggle to cope.
At that thought, he took the Spirit Crane from his Storage Bag again, secretly forming hand seals to cast the spell.
"Embryonic immortal, seek the traces; heed my command. A spark of spiritual accord, track across ten thousand miles."
The Spirit Crane shone with spiritual light as it hovered above Jiang Yang's palm. To his delight, this time it did not circle in place.
It finally sensed her. She's within ten thousand miles of me! She actually got ahead of me.
Holding the Spirit Crane, Jiang Yang felt his spirits lift. Its head pointed south, precisely the direction they were heading.
Not far ahead lay the boundary at the Threefold Gate. According to the map, once they passed through this gate, they would reach the heart of the Qingyu Mountain Blessed Land—Mystic Capital Peach Radiance.
Qi Refining cultivators did not travel especially fast. After several stops along the way, they finally arrived before the Threefold Gate.
"Let's go!"
The three descended at the call. Two cultivators were already standing before the towering gate of light.
After landing, Jiang Yang cautiously kept his distance rather than drawing too close.
Both cultivators ahead wore swords. Tall and slender, they stood proudly in black robes patterned