"Senior Sister Li was involved in this too?"
At that, Jiang Yang lowered his head to look at her.
Shang Qingzheng nodded and said:
"The craftsmen on our Dawn Rain Peak can forge mystic artifacts well enough, but weaving robes takes a truly deft pair of hands."
"Master Song is a weaver who serves under [Seven Xiang Star], so she cannot be treated as an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator. As it happened, Sister Zhouying knew her, and passed along a request..."
"That still means calling in a favor. Thank her for me."
Although Shang Qingzheng made it sound easy, Jiang Yang knew better, and quickly reminded her.
Shang Qingzheng lightly thumped him with her hand and chided:
"As if you needed to tell me! I thanked her ages ago."
Of course, she would not tell Jiang Yang how mercilessly Li Zhouying had teased her.
"Good, then."
Jiang Yang nodded, reassured.
A long while later, Wildcat returned from playing, snow-white paws like mangosteens treading over fallen leaves, nimble and fleet of foot.
Everything was quiet save for the rustle of wind through the Bamboo Grove. Wildcat crouched low and crept closer.
After padding slowly forward, Wildcat spotted the two standing together deep in the Bamboo Grove, their faces pressed close, sucking at each other's lips. Not understanding what it meant, Wildcat simply crouched there, bored, licking a paw to wash its face, its thoughts innocent and bewildered:
What are they doing? But they haven't called me over, so they must not be angry anymore.
Cloud-wreathed mountains were green; wind and spring water were cold.
Dressed in white with a sword in hand, Jiang Yang stood motionless in the bleak autumn wind, lost in contemplation.
Another month had passed. Through relentless, intense bouts of combat, he had gained an initial grasp