The fall of Azure Corner Heaven had been brought about by several parties. Many among the upper ranks knew of it, but given Tai Pei'er's background and standing, she should not have had access to such secrets.
Tai Fuwei was certainly a veteran True Person, but Jiang Yang had heard that he was only a Purple Mansion cultivator with one divine power, his path forward severed. In recent years, he had simply worked diligently on behalf of his clan, avoiding entanglements with anyone. With his lifespan nearing its end, no one had been foolish enough to provoke him, either.
His thoughts turning, Jiang Yang shifted his gaze back to the young man and said:
"That was more than detailed enough. Thank you."
"You're too kind."
Lu Yuzheng hurriedly bowed and replied:
"I'm glad I could help you, young master."
"In that case... until fate brings us together again."
Jiang Yang lingered no longer. With those casual words, he prepared to leave.
Lu Yuzheng had long since recognized Jiang Yang's extraordinary bearing and distinguished origins. Yet they had only met once, and their paths might never cross again in this lifetime. All he could do was cup his hands and reply:
"Take care, young master."
Jiang Yang nodded. Without so much as glancing at the bustling scene before him, he sprang into the air and vanished. Apart from the gray-robed young man, not a single person present noticed, as though Jiang Yang had never been there at all.
After leaving Si Xia, Jiang Yang followed the surging waters south, guided by Lu Yuzheng's directions. Along the way, he stopped and looked north. Sure enough, he could make out a sliver of snowy white amid the boundless distance.
Barring any surprises, that was the Ten-Thousand-Mile Snow Mountain the young man had spoken