"Ah..."
Jiang Yang hid nothing. He pointed toward the place where Cong Ya had just been buried and sighed softly.
"A senior sister from my peak died trying to break through to Divine Powers. I came here to bury her."
"So it was the one from ten days ago..."
Understanding dawned on Dan Ruo's face. Then she lowered her eyes and offered her condolences.
"To think she was your senior sister, young master. What a terrible loss. Please accept my condolences."
Half a month earlier, spiritual flowers, grasses, and trees had sprung up throughout Rain Xiang Mountain, accompanied by white deer leaping nimbly about. Many Spirit Treasures had emerged amid them. The phenomenon had spread across the entire sect and lingered for three days, during which many outer disciples had rushed about gathering them and reaped a hefty windfall.
Even Dan Ruo herself had casually picked two plants for alchemical ingredients. She had never imagined the event had anything to do with Jiang Yang, and now she naturally offered him quiet words of comfort.
"It's all right. The great Dao is perilous, and Divine Powers are hard to grasp. We each have our own fate."
Jiang Yang waved a hand. What he felt was more regret than anything else. Had things turned out differently, the Fushu Peak branch would have had three Divine Powers cultivators. What glory that would have been.
Jiang Yang soon shook off his mood, then looked at her and asked hesitantly:
"Enough about me. Why have you come here too? Could someone close to you also have..."
Seeing that he had misunderstood, Dan Ruo hurriedly shook her head.
"No, nothing like that. I came here for the breath of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy needed to break through to Foundation Establishment."
"Of course. Your cultivation has