In an instant, the pair was bathed in a radiant glow, shrouded in clouds and mist. They looked as ethereal as immortals.
Below, the Taishan Sect disciples performing their morning practice saw this and were all left slack-jawed in astonishment. If they hadn't recognized the two people above, they would have surely cried out that immortals were descending to the mortal realm.
"Junior Brother, do you know what I envy most about Zhao Zhenren?"
Beside the main hall below, Master Qingxu, the Sect Leader of the Taishan Sect, who had been drawn over by the sound of a zither and flute, stroked his beard and spoke.
Beside him, Master Qingyang asked with mild curiosity, "What is it? His aptitude or his fortune?"
"Neither. It's his youth!"
Hearing the Sect Leader's words, Master Qingyang couldn't help but smile faintly. He looked up at the clouds, at the pair who looked as graceful as an immortal couple.
...
「Three months later!」
