Jiang Yang naturally marveled inwardly at True Person Wildcat's understanding and consideration, and was thoroughly pleased.
Clever people never needed more than a hint. Had Xuan Yan insisted on staying to watch, Jiang Yang could hardly have told him to leave.
And once Qing He emerged, the preciousness of golden nature would likely make it impossible to hide from him. Jiang Yang would then have to invent all manner of excuses to fob him off, which would be troublesome indeed.
Now that Xuan Yan had gone some distance away of his own accord, he had spared Jiang Yang the effort of explaining. Jiang Yang could only feel grateful.
After Xuan Yan left, Jiang Yang stepped across the Purple Chrysanthemums to the bank of the River of Forgetfulness. Flowers and grasses flourished here, Red Plum blossoms covered the ground, and green moss climbed over the tree trunks. It was truly a beautiful sight.
Facing the endlessly flowing Weak Water, which raised not so much as a ripple, Jiang Yang unfastened the Spirit Sword at his waist and asked softly:
"What should I do now?"
"This is enough. Reaching this place was all we needed."
As though the final moment had arrived, Qing He withdrew, and the figure who appeared was Bai Tang. She said softly:
"You need only cast the sword into the River of Forgetfulness, and I can use the golden nature to reincarnate."
The moon-white figure before him was unchanged. Her raven-black hair was loosely gathered with a Plain Silver Hairpin, a few stray strands falling to her brows, and tenderness softened her keen gaze.
Looking at her, Jiang Yang felt reluctant to part. He instinctively tightened his grip on Bai Du and raised his brows.
"I can't even keep this sword?"
Bai Tang's departure was one thing, but