Rumble.
Thunder rolled across the distant sky, lightning occasionally cracking right overhead. The vast might of heaven left even the ordinary people in the city feeling a little shaken.
Wearing a cloak, Xie Jinhuan stood in the inn's street-facing corridor. He looked up at the black clouds hanging almost directly over his head and asked:
"Isn't there something a little off about this weather?"
Ye Hongshang stood beside him with her arms folded, also observing the heavens:
"Spring thunder stirs, all things grow. It accords with 'wood's growth.' The opportunity really is about to emerge. The weather is caused by a surge in five elements spiritual charm, much like the frequent wildfires in Fire Phoenix Valley. But the disturbance is still small. It'll take a few more days before we can determine the exact direction."
Xie Jinhuan couldn't possibly wait until after the Qingming Festival for Misty-Wave City to announce the location. With this gathering of outstanding talents, even getting out alive would be a problem. Seeing that A Piao could pinpoint the direction ahead of time reassured him somewhat, and he turned his gaze to her:
"Wifey, we made a bet a few days ago. You said that as long as I found out the name, you'd let me kiss you. I did ask, after all, but you still haven't paid out my reward."
?
Ye Hongshang looked away, displaying a touch of haughty coyness:
"What skill is there in relying on Great Immortal Zisu?"
Xie Jinhuan spread his hands. "You never said beforehand that I couldn't ask a wingwoman for help. Refusing to honor the bet takes all the fun out of it."
Ye Hongshang didn't go back on her word. She tilted her head slightly and brought her smooth, flawless cheek close:
"All right. Kiss me."
But