The second peach blossom... could it be Senior Sister Chu?
Jiang Yang was a little dazed as she held his arm. He asked himself that question, but for now, he could think of no connection.
In all fairness, Jiang Yang certainly did not dislike this senior sister who cultivated lightning, but saying he was deeply fond of her would have been a stretch. His feelings were probably closer to admiration; the two of them still lacked a deeper connection.
At the very least, it could not compare to what he shared with Shang Qingzheng. They had met when they were both insignificant, with nothing else mixed into their relationship, and a pure, beautiful feeling had always remained in his heart.
A Dao companion... it would only be an act, anyway. All I would have to do is pay a visit when the time comes.
Faced with Chu Qingjian's softly voiced plea, Jiang Yang found it hard to refuse and was about to nod his agreement.
By the time Chu Qingjian finished speaking, she had already edged quietly to Jiang Yang's side. Once she set her mind on something, she had always been daring enough to defy the heavens, bold in both thought and action. This time was no exception.
Using her plea as an excuse, she clasped both hands around the crook of Jiang Yang's arm, leaned close to his ear, and whispered:
"Forgive me!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she released her true essence. Pale golden arcs of lightning crackled almost simultaneously beside Jiang Yang's ear.
Heavenly balance strategy!
Flecks of gold shimmered in Chu Qingjian's eyes. Bolts of lightning condensed over her body, forming a golden lightning armor entwined with Mystic Patterns. This time, however, she did not wear it herself. Instead, she guided it toward Jiang