Answering Questions and Dispelling Doubts

Dawn Rain Peak.

The mountain path wound between jade railings, a flight of white jade steps stretching like a road to heaven straight toward the summit.

Shang Qingzheng hurried up the stairs.

The girl wore a flowing, plain white immortal dress patterned with Mystic Patterns, its sleeves falling like wisps of cloud. An ice-silkworm silk sash cinched her waist, with a long white jade Growth flute hanging from it.

The flute was translucent as a frozen spring, its dark tassel swaying gently with her steps like spreading ink in a wash painting. She was tall and slender, her back straight as green bamboo. As she walked, her skirts rippled like a white crane wading through water beneath the moon. Her toes touched the ground without a sound; only the silver-thread vine patterns subtly embroidered into her sleeves flickered in and out of sight, like fragments of the starry river falling onto a snowfield.

As it happened, her master, True Person Dawn Rain, had emerged from seclusion and sent a message summoning her disciples. Shang Qingzheng was now heading to the summit to pay her respects.

True Person Dawn Rain's residence was neither extravagant nor lavish. She had merely built a palace on the peak, which could be considered modest for someone of her exalted standing.

Shang Qingzheng climbed the steps and entered the great hall. Cloudlike vapors swirled and dispersed within, and Spirit Vigor lay so thick that it seemed poised to burrow into her body with every breath.

Coolness brushed her ankles as she walked, Gui Water flowing around them. She could have bent down and scooped up a handful at random, and it would have been a portion of Heaven and Earth Spirit Water.

Two people had already arrived in the hall. Shang Qingzheng recognized them at a