Xuan Meng sat inside her cave abode, her gaze deep and shadowed. From the moment she returned from the World Sea, she had ceased to be merely Xuan Meng.
She was Xuan Meng, and she was also Youxuan.
"Master..."
3
Xuan Meng raised her head and looked outside her cave abode. Everjoy Peak towered into the clouds, the great hall at its summit faintly visible. That was the residence of her master, True Lord Changle.
And it was time she paid her master a visit.
Everjoy Peak, the great hall.
The private chamber within the inner hall was elegantly furnished, with wisps of exotic fragrance curling through the air. Chang Le reclined on a cushioned couch, her long, sunset-haze-colored gown trailing to the floor and her dark hair cascading like a waterfall. Holding a jade slip, she read it with casual indifference.
"Your disciple Xuan Meng requests an audience, Master."
A gentle voice came from outside the hall.
Chang Le's gaze stirred slightly, and a smile curved her lips. "Come in."
3
The doors opened soundlessly. Xuan Meng entered, walked to the foot of the steps, and bowed gracefully. "Greetings, Master."
Chang Le raised a hand, gesturing for her to rise. "Get up. What brings you here today?"
Xuan Meng rose and lowered her head. "I have cultivated the Great Yin Furnace for many years. My foundation is as solid as rock, and I am fully confident of breaking through. I came specifically to ask whether I may now attempt to capture a Prefecture Lord."
At this, Chang Le swept her gaze over her. That gaze seemed capable of piercing flesh and bone, shining straight into the depths of her soul and seeing her inside and out.
After a moment, she withdrew her gaze and nodded slightly. "Very good indeed.