Jiang Yi stood at the entrance to the Quiet Chamber. Having undergone the refinement of water and fire, he was suffused with Spiritual Qi, and the last, insignificant traces of "Mortal Intent" from his original body had been completely washed away.
The youth's eyes now gleamed, his skin was like jade, and his every move pulsed with a vibrant Qi Mechanism. There was a subtle sense of harmony about him that made people want to draw near.
He was like a hidden crane among the clouds, a wandering Immortal beneath the forest trees.
"I owe my current achievements entirely to Grandpa for arranging the ritual."
Jiang Yi bowed deeply once more. His deferential manner brought a radiant look to Yang Xun's face, who grinned from ear to ear.
Just as he was about to speak, a voice suddenly cut in.
"Brother Yang, what a stroke of luck!"
Master Lu truly had a knack for being disagreeable, choosing this exact moment to speak up.
