She wore a long, pure-white dress, gauzy silk veiling snow, with a white jade dongxiao hanging at her waist, its golden tassel swaying with every movement.
Spring scenery glowed around them, shimmering light wreathed in haze. Their eyes met, and delight lifted both their brows.
"How did you know I was coming to find you?"
Shang Qingzheng asked with a bright smile.
Jiang Yang raised an eyebrow and replied:
"If you weren't looking for me, how would you know I was looking for you?"
"Hmph..."
Shang Qingzheng gave a soft huff, her face as fair and lovely as frost on a silver platter, and said with a charming pout:
"You said you'd keep me safe, yet I couldn't even find you."
Jiang Yang coughed twice, looking a little embarrassed.
"I don't know what's wrong with this Blessed Land. It scattered everyone all over, to opposite ends of the sky. I used a spirit crane to look for you as soon as I landed..."
He looked straight at True Person Shang Qingzheng and said:
"But the spirit crane just circled in place then. You were beyond its sensing range."
Shang Qingzheng had been no different from Jiang Yang. She had tried to find him too, but without any success until now.
"All right, I forgive you."
Her voice rose at the end as she let him off lightly. She had only been teasing him anyway, with no intention of holding it against him.
They each put away their spirit cranes and descended to the ground.
This place was quite remote, and its spirit vigor was sparse. There was no one to be seen anywhere; everyone preferred to hunt for treasures where spirit vigor flourished.
A peach grove stretching a thousand li covered this peak. Drawing on his memory, Jiang Yang guessed