"I was just about to thank you, Senior Brother, for putting yourself out there to welcome and see off my guests."
Jiang Yang swept his sleeve and brought over the teacups, offering his thanks as he brewed the tea over a low flame.
"Ah..."
Bi Xingjian felt rather overwhelmed by the favor. Though he had readily agreed aloud, he would never truly presume to place himself on equal footing with his junior brother. Jiang Yang was already at Purple Mansion, after all, and any respect shown to him was only fitting.
"It was only a trifling matter. Your attainment of divine powers brought honor to our lineage. Even when Senior Sister emerges from seclusion someday, doing the same for her will be my duty."
These words came from his heart, and he also hoped good news would soon arrive from Chu Qingjian.
"Good!"
Jiang Yang smiled, pushed a cup of spirit tea toward him, and praised him:
"No wonder Senior Brother Bi is Master's trusted confidant. I can't compare with you in that regard. I've always given little thought to the peak's affairs."
Bi Xingjian waved his hand, then lifted his spirit tea with a wry smile.
"I wouldn't dare claim that. Now that you're all either in seclusion or making breakthroughs, I'm the only one left in Master's hands on this great Immortal Peak. The pressure has truly doubled..."
"Hahaha, then enjoy it, Senior Brother. Pressure is also a stairway forward. Things simply went far too smoothly for you before."
Hearing his rueful complaint, Jiang Yang offered no sympathy, teasing him with a chuckle instead.
Bi Xingjian could only scratch his head. His fellow disciples had either already reached Purple Mansion or were on their way to breaking through to it. Suddenly, he alone remained, standing out in his