Shang Qingzheng knew that this was Jiang Yang's busiest time. As a newly ascended True Person, whether he was receiving visitors and seeing them off or consolidating his cultivation, there were never enough hours in the day.
But she simply could not hold back any longer. More than a decade had slipped by amid countless changes. In the first few years, she had lived in fear and alarm, dreading the day she might hear terrible news. Later, her spirits had gradually steadied, but she still could not keep longing at bay.
Eventually, all that remained was the bitter wait. Now that she had heard news of him, she was beside herself with joy, and even that long wait no longer felt bitter.
After turning it over in her mind, she had decided to come. Since Jiang Yang had entered seclusion, Shang Qingzheng had gazed toward Zhouhui Valley countless times over the years, but this was her first time actually setting foot here.
Little Sixteen licked her paw and meowed, anticipation shining in her eyes as well.
Shang Qingzheng pressed her thin lips together and took out a pale yellow paper crane. Folded from talisman paper, it had crisp edges and curving patterns drawn across it, small and exquisite.
Shang Qingzheng had not used this Embryonic Immortal Spirit-Guiding Talisman crane in years. Worried that she might intrude and disturb Jiang Yang, she intended to send word ahead first.
She had only just taken out the crane and begun reciting the incantation when a gust of wind appeared before her.
She looked up.
The man before her wore a plain white robe lined in sky blue. He was tall and slender, his robe's hem rippling gently in the breeze, a jade belt encircling his waist. His upright figure set off his youthful