"Lin Daoqiu?! White Elm Peak again. Could it be..."
Jiang Yang abruptly raised his brows and murmured.
As he pondered, Xuan Guang turned back and gave him his answer:
"Qing Jian, True Person Zhi Qiu has broken through to the Purple Mansion. Go congratulate him on behalf of Fushu Peak."
The dejected expression had yet to fade from Chu Qingjian's face. Hearing this sudden news, she brightened with delight and immediately rose.
"Yes, I'll go at once."
So it really was Senior Zhi Qiu, Zang Yu's master. I heard he had gone into secluded cultivation on the peak, vowing not to emerge unless he succeeded. To think he actually broke through.
Good news on the heels of bad always lifted the spirits. Jiang Yang smiled as well, thinking:
Senior Zhi Qiu... I should call him True Person Zhi Qiu from now on. Things are looking up for Senior Brother Zang, too.
Zhi Yu and Chu Qingjian left one after another, leaving only Jiang Yang and Xuan Guang on the mountain. Xuan Guang returned to his seat and said:
"He had good fortune, too. He borrowed the imagery of Ren Water filling the sky: water overflowing without flooding, trapped but not confined. Once he transformed into a flood dragon and escaped, he soared straight into the heavens."
The Blackwater Flood Serpent still circled overhead, weaving back and forth around White Elm Peak in an awe-inspiring display.
"Weak Water of the River of Oblivion, flowing its circuit without return. This No-Return River is an orthodox Weak Water spell divine power, exceedingly formidable in battle. Xuan Di now has another fierce general under his command, one who can contend and fight."
Xuan Guang withdrew his gaze and sighed softly.
Though this was happy news, it could not occupy Xuan Guang's thoughts for long.