From what she had learned, Jiang Yang should have joined Dawn Rain Peak.
On the battlefield in the Zheng Kingdom, he had fought on behalf of Dawn Rain Peak and made a tremendous name for himself. Tai Pei'er could not possibly have remembered that wrong.
Why had True Person Xuan Guang suddenly intervened?
That was what she could not puzzle out, no matter how hard she thought.
Perhaps something else changed afterward. After all, I'm not from Rain Xiang Mountain.
After some thought, this was the only consolation Tai Pei'er could offer herself for now. At the same time, she lowered her eyes. True Persons filled the hall; she absolutely could not allow her emotions to fluctuate too violently.
Still, after this turn of events, she could not help feeling uneasy.
Stopped by Xuan Guang, Xuan Di slowly began to grasp what had happened and looked again at the youth standing below.
The youth was not old, yet his Dewlight True Method was clear and pure, his magic power solidly condensed. His clothes were plain, with only a rusty iron sword hanging at his waist and almost no accessories on him.
His features were clear and cool, his appearance handsome, his bearing unworldly—fine jade and autumn frost. Even when he bowed his head in homage, he lost none of his poise. The sight of him naturally inspired fondness.
Only now, looking at him afresh, did Xuan Di realize how uncanny that sudden fondness had been.
Ever since he had ascended to the Purple Mansion and gained divine powers, almost nothing ordinary could affect his state of mind anymore.
Yet this fondness had seemed to come from his "true heart." Had his senior brother not appeared to remind him, he would never have noticed anything amiss, believing only that he had