Shang Qingzheng did not stay with Jiang Yang for long.
Several days later, Chi Yu slowly woke, dizzy and disoriented as though nursing a hangover, and nearly fell into the pool.
That was secondary, though. What mattered was the benefit she had gained. As a spirit cat of the Fortune Qi path, even contact with a trace of a Purple Mansion Spirit Treasure would greatly aid her future cultivation.
That was the nature of Fortune Qi: cultivation could be smooth sailing, but when fortune turned against you, even a single step became impossible. Otherwise, Purple Mansion cultivators would not have been so rare in the world.
Shang Qingzheng was quite used to it. She patted Chi Yu's little head and carried her back. The benefits she had gained would take time to digest.
The Purple Mansion Dharma Assembly once again brought a bustle to Rain Xiang Mountain. Even the area around Zhouhui Valley grew lively, with more and more disciples traveling its mountain paths.
Some merely watched from afar, while others whispered among themselves, their eyes full of eagerness.
After Shang Qingzheng left, Jiang Yang gained a little leisure again. After all, the Purple Mansion Dharma Assembly was still two or three months away. Apart from being unable to roam freely, he spent his days undisturbed.
That did not mean there was nothing to attend to. Now that he had become a True Person, not only his status and standing but even his perspective had changed completely.
Holding the letter from Crimson Feather, Jiang Yang paced back and forth in the pavilion, sometimes shaking his head without a word, sometimes chuckling aloud.
Just then, a young girl came skipping over, looking around and peering ahead with every step.
Her azure skirt was bright without being dazzling. Half of her