After discussing some matters of the Demon Race with the little Golden Crow Di Yaoji, along with some of the Yin-Yang School's arrangements in the various states, Jiang Yang left with Bai Weiwei.
By the time they returned from the Yin-Yang School's base, evening was approaching.
The glow of dusk fell upon the streets.
Jiang Yang and Bai Weiwei walked along the road, one behind the other.
A breeze drifted over from the evening clouds, brushing against them.
Jiang Yang asked,
"Bai Weiwei, I always feel that you don't belong here."
"Ah, my lord, why do you say that?"
Bai Weiwei was surprised. Her mysterious lord had such keen powers of observation.
"Your presence, your every movement-although you've been doing your utmost to adapt, you aren't a person of this place, after all. That sense of watching from the sidelines, that detachment, won't go away."
"My guess is that you're not from this era."
Jiang Yang turned back and said with a smile.
"Ah!"
Bai Weiwei's heart shook violently!
Even when he had revealed that she was someone who lived an unending life, she had not been this surprised.
This was the greatest secret she kept buried in her heart!
"How did you know?"
She asked without denying it.
Jiang Yang did not answer her question, but instead asked her with a smile,
"What sort of person do you think I am?"
At his words, Bai Weiwei lowered her head in thought.
Recalling what she had seen and heard while following Jiang Yang over the past few days, she felt she had learned countless secrets of this world unknown to others.
Mysterious, noble.
After a long while,
She raised her head and said,
"My lord, you have been the Qin State's Lord Tai'an for two hundred years, you are the