After half a year, Jiang Yang finally received a voice transmission from his master, Xuan Guang. The two Spirit Treasures had been fully refined and were waiting for him to come and receive them.
After sending Cong Huaijin away, Jiang Yang straightened his clothes and set off up the mountain.
Xuan Guang stood with his back turned and his hands clasped behind him. Dressed in a neat blue-green brocade robe, he gave off the fresh fragrance of grass and trees. From afar, he looked less like a True Person than a young nobleman amid the troubled mortal world.
Jiang Yang rode the wind down to him, and Xuan Guang turned with a soft laugh.
"You're here. Couldn't wait any longer, could you?"
A little embarrassed, Jiang Yang nevertheless answered honestly.
"Waiting always makes the heart restless, but I could still endure it."
"You... never mind. Come here."
Xuan Guang smiled, beckoned Jiang Yang over, and instructed him.
"Sit cross-legged, with your five centers facing heaven."
"Yes."
Jiang Yang obeyed and seated himself before his master.
Without wasting any more words, Xuan Guang stepped around in front of Jiang Yang and turned his wrists upward. Two streams of spiritual light appeared in his palms.
One shone brilliantly, while the other was clear and coolly yin. They circled in Xuan Guang's hands like the primordial Two Principles. With his immensely powerful divine powers, he suppressed their dense spirit vigor and kept them apart, preventing them from merging into qi of profound radiance.
Jiang Yang understood from the sight that his master had thoroughly subdued the two Purple Mansion Spirit Treasures and refined them into a form he could now use.
Xuan Guang transferred the mellow light formed from the [Shuoding Manifestation Pupil] to his left hand, holding one treasure in each hand.