The sky was clear, the air fresh, and a gentle breeze brushed the greenery.
Jiang Yang rode the wind with the two Purple Mansion cultivators. They exchanged no words along the way and soon returned to Rain Xiang Mountain.
Though he had not been away long, it felt as if a great deal of time had passed.
Viewed from above, Rain Xiang Mountain looked just as it always had. Spirit arrays linked heaven and earth, while mist rose from the deep blue waters of Dew-Covered Lake.
Across the vast fertile fields below Cold Creek Valley, spirit rice had put forth ears, and waves of wheat shone like gold. Fine rain fell unceasingly over Falling Rain Peak, where several cultivators rose and descended with jade bottles in hand, gathering spiritual energy from the spring rain.
Xuan Di did not head toward the Ancestral Court, but landed directly on Fushu Peak.
The three arrived amid the mountains, and Xuan Guang and Xuan Di sat facing each other. Wei Rui appeared from somewhere with tea to serve them, while Jiang Yang stood in attendance several yards away, as he usually did.
This time, however, things were different. No sooner had Xuan Guang sat down than he tapped the table and said to Jiang Yang:
"Come and sit."
"Well..."
Jiang Yang hesitated.
"When Master and Martial Uncle are discussing the mysteries of the Dao, how could there be a seat for me?"
"If you are told to come, simply sit down without worrying. This is an order from the Sect Leader."
Seeing him remain rooted to the spot, Xuan Di issued the command from beside him.
"Yes, your disciple obeys."
At that, Jiang Yang could only agree and take a seat. Wei Rui pushed a cup of fragrant spirit tea before him, dipped in