Mist wreathed the mountains, and dew hung from emerald leaves and blossoms.
Jiang Yang followed the maid at a leisurely pace up the mountain and paid his respects. Only then did he discover that his master, Xuan Guang, was not alone. True Person Xuan Di was also seated there, sipping tea.
Jiang Yang had not expected to find True Person Xuan Di here, whom he had met once before. The Sect Leader had countless affairs to attend to each day and rarely visited.
But that had little to do with Jiang Yang. He gathered his thoughts, stepped forward, and bowed.
"This disciple pays his respects to Master and to the Sect Leader."
"You're here. Dispense with the formalities."
Xuan Guang leaned somewhat languidly against one armrest and lifted his fingertips slightly, bidding Jiang Yang rise.
With two True Persons present, there was naturally no seat for Jiang Yang. He stood straight to one side, one hand behind his back, and quietly awaited their instructions.
Xuan Di set down his cup and nodded slightly without speaking, though inwardly he was pleased.
Whether in looks and bearing, age and foundations, or strength and cultivation, the young man before him possessed all the qualities of a major Sect's direct disciple. Xuan Di had seen plenty of heaven's favored talents and outstanding juniors in his lifetime, but counting them off on his fingers, few could measure up.
He had originally favored Chu Qingjian. A Thunder Cultivator of the Immortal Race, she was unquestionably a junior worthy of representing the sect. Aside from her unbending nature and explosive temper, she had almost no flaws. Yet now, seeing Jiang Yang, a sudden regret rose in his heart, and he thought:
*What a pity... If not for his unusual identity, he might become a pillar of Rain