"Yes."
Jiang Yang answered instinctively, only beginning to chew over True Person Xuan Xi's words after he rose.
So it was this lad.
Everyone present had a memory that never forgot a face. The two True Persons who had met Jiang Yang before recognized him almost instantly.
Dongmen Wan Jing remembered him particularly well. Back then, he had been invited to Rain Xiang Mountain to observe a ceremony and had expected merely to go through the motions. Who could have imagined that genuine gold would be sifted from such shallow waters?
The boy had cultivated sword qi on his own with nothing more than a commonplace sword art, which spoke volumes about his talent. Dongmen Wan Jing had felt considerable regret, believing that such a seed of the Sword Dao falling into Rain Xiang Mountain's hands was truly a bright pearl cast into darkness.
Later, he heard that the Sword Immortal had personally taken the boy as a disciple, and could only set his thoughts aside and leave.
Now, seeing the youth again, his aura restrained and concealed yet his eyes keen and compelling, Dongmen Wan Jing felt the sword essence within him pulse again and again. Surprise mingled with profound regret.
He could not help thinking:
If I had hardened my heart back then and abducted him, keeping him under my tutelage and teaching him with care, perhaps this lad really would have had a chance to reach the pinnacle of sword intent...
At the same time, Prince Jing's eyes lit up. Though he had no particular connection to Jiang Yang, he knew perfectly well how the boy had performed at the Dragon Palace banquet, and instantly understood Lin Xi Yu's thinking and words.
*What a fine young man. How little time has passed, yet his cultivation has already