Sure enough, barely three breaths had passed before he heard someone call his name.
"Jiang Yang."
Jiang Yang looked up to see a middle-aged True Person in a dark robe come to a stop before him, a jade disc hanging at his waist.
He knew who the man was without an introduction, and hurriedly bowed.
"Jiang Yang pays his respects to True Person Xuan Di."
"No need for ceremony. Come with me to see Senior Brother Xuan Guang."
Xuan Di looked at the youth with a complicated expression. Unwilling to say more, he beckoned with one hand, swept Jiang Yang up, and vanished from the hall.
In an instant, heaven and earth shifted. When Jiang Yang opened his eyes again, he was already standing among the mountains.
Lush greenery surrounded him, flowers and leaves of Fushu spreading gracefully in overlapping clusters at varying heights, some sparse and others dense, all exquisitely arranged.
The tender green leaves held morning dew and gleamed with spiritual light beneath the sun. Brilliant purples and reds brimmed with vigorous life, untouched by the white snow.
True Person Xuan Guang was already seated among the mountains, brewing tea as he waited. Smiling, he called out:
"Junior Brother, come sit."
Xuan Di took a seat and accepted the tea.
"I've brought him for you."
Jiang Yang also took the opportunity to step forward and bow.
"Your disciple pays his respects, Master."
Although he was not yet familiar with this master of his, the timber had already been made into a boat. Jiang Yang still knew his manners.
"Mm."
True Person Xuan Guang broke off a flowering twig and held it in his hand. Wielding his divine powers, he formed a hand seal to awaken it, then said:
"Jade marrow, sprout branches and convey my command!"
He casually