Although spirit vigor was not particularly abundant where the Tai lived, the terrain was gentle and the soil fertile, with vast stretches of farmland. It was a natural haven for rest and recuperation.
Only because mortals received little consideration in this world, and wars between kingdoms were rare, had it avoided becoming a prize every clan fought to claim first.
The Tai were hardly outstanding within the Zheng Kingdom as a whole, with only one True Person presiding over them. Still, they were a Purple Mansion Immortal Race clan with many members, and their territory was quite extensive.
Much like the Xie Lineage, their descendants spread far and wide. Those with spirit roots and those without multiplied over time, gradually undergoing Transformation into a sizable settlement.
From afar, several low peaks rose amid surrounding towns, while at the center stood a magnificent, four-sided city. Its walls were mottled with age, clearly having stood for untold years.
People bustled to and fro. A market ward had been built there, open to outsiders, and quite a few cultivators came to buy, sell, and barter.
Jiang Yang knew next to nothing about the Tai, but he had no need to trouble himself searching for someone or asking around.
With a Purple Mansion True Person's divine powers, even deliberately concealing himself would be useless if they cared to look. He merely lingered at the edge of the market ward for a while, and sure enough, a clear voice sounded behind him.
"Why didn't you send word ahead if you were coming?"
"If our ancestor hadn't told me, I'd still be in the dark!"
Jiang Yang turned at the voice and found Tai Pei'er before him, her expression mingling delight and reproach. She wore a pale blue-green dress, pure energy rippling around her. Radiant as