Out on the vast sea, Fang Qianyuan sat casually atop Little White's head as she stood upon the waves. Now she rose and fell with the tides, trying to tread across the surf; now she surged up, scooping water and slapping the waves, having the time of her life.
He had changed into a loose black robe, its cloud patterns shimmering faintly with a dark-gold sheen. His hands were tucked into his sleeves, and his waist-length hair hung loose, dancing wildly in the wind. His noble bearing now carried a mystery and cold severity it had lacked before.
It was early November. After settling the Jiang Clan's affairs in Abundance City, Fang Qianyuan had accepted Moonlight Fairy's invitation to help resolve her trouble. For the time being, he was staying at the Glazed Courtyard, not far outside the Flowing Cloud Grotto.
To entertain Fang Qianyuan, Silver Fairy, Feather Fairy, and Ink Fairy had all stayed behind, along with the Flowing Cloud Grotto's servants and attendants.
Fang Qianyuan was no longer the man he had once been, much less the promising junior of three years ago. If the young talents of East Pass learned that nearly half of the Flowing Cloud Grotto's Seven Fairies had been mobilized to receive him, they would surely be green with envy. Yet no one would think him unworthy of such attention.
The clan elders, Attendants, and Earth Rank Experts who learned of it, however, would read a little deeper.
By acting so openly, Moonlight Fairy was clearly treating Fang Qianyuan as a prospective son-in-law she was eager to win over. Not every talented young man had the good fortune to enjoy such an array of beauties.
"He really has grown so much."
Standing on the high cliff before the Glazed Courtyard, Ink Fairy examined the