The moon shone bright amid sparse stars, bathing everything in its clear radiance.
The maid in green walked slowly over and bowed to Jiang Yang.
"Reporting to you, young master: my lord is still in seclusion cultivating his divine powers. I fear he cannot see you."
"I understand. Thank you, Wei Rui."
Jiang Yang nodded lightly and thanked her.
This was his second time requesting an audience with Xuan Guang, yet he still could not see him.
His master was clearly at a critical juncture, cultivating his final divine power in seclusion. Jiang Yang understood, so borrowing the Spirit Treasure would have to wait.
Still, it probably would not take too long. Jiang Yang thought to himself:
This seclusion is only for fetal breathing and qi refining, a brief taste before stopping. It should only last these few days. He still has to wait for Martial Uncle Xuan Di to gather spiritual energy before he can formally raise his immortal foundation, so he cannot stay in seclusion for long.
Having delivered her report, Wei Rui dipped into a gentle curtsy.
"If you have nothing else for me, young master, I shall take my leave."
"Mm, go ahead."
Jiang Yang answered softly, then suddenly remembered something and instructed her:
"If someone comes to visit later, there is no need to come up and announce them. Just let them through."
"Thank you."
"Yes."
Wei Rui stopped at his words and bowed.
"You are too kind, young master."
With that, she gracefully withdrew.
After sitting all day, Jiang Yang put away the Jade Slip and strolled to the mountainside to gaze into the distance.
The moon was full tonight, the world bright and clear, and all things quiet. Of the five surrounding peaks, only White Elm Peak shone as brightly as day. The