Several days later, Jing Wen rode his Flying Sword through the clouds and mist.
The blade carried a fierce wind, tearing through the air and leaving only a fleeting afterimage.
He recalled how he had settled Zhang Ling'er safely in a bustling mortal city a few days earlier.
At their parting, the way Zhang Ling'er had seemed ready to throw herself into his arms again had stirred a faint ripple in his heart.
The close-fitting martial attire she had deliberately changed into that day showed off her slender figure without seeming frivolous.
Her dark hair, casually pinned up, lent her an air of carefree ease.
Yet when she served tea, her lowered eyes and gentle, demure manner had left nothing to criticize.
In all fairness, Zhang Ling'er had a lovely, captivating face and a graceful figure. In Jing Wen's eyes, she already qualified as "not bad."
But the Cultivation World had always been cruel and pragmatic, and Jing Wen had his own measure of value for everything.
What Zhang Ling'er had offered was a Pill Formula for the third-grade Soul-Nourishing Pill, so this was all Jing Wen could do for her.
If she could produce a Pill Formula for the fourth-grade Soul Pill, taking her as a concubine would be no trouble;
if she could produce a Pill Formula for the fifth-grade Ferocious-Soul Pill, or even the sixth-grade Three-Yang Soul-Forging Pill, he would not rule out marrying her with all the proper rites.
If she gave him a Little Green Bottle, even marrying into her family...
As Jing Wen's thoughts wandered, a towering mountain came into view in the distance.
Clouds and mist wreathed its summit. Countless pavilions and towers had been built along its steep slopes, appearing and disappearing within the sea of clouds.
This was the Covering Moon