They drank deeply and spoke freely. Only when the candle had burned itself out did the two men finally go to sleep.
He slept dreamlessly until noon.
Jiang Yi sat up and stretched, feeling utterly refreshed and invigorated. It felt as though every one of his 108,000 pores was releasing a delicate fragrance, a sensation completely unlike that of a Mortal Body.
'Unaffected by heat or cold, immune to all sickness, free from the burdens of a physical form... I truly don't have a Mortal Body anymore.'
He slipped on his cloth shoes and pushed open the latticed window. A gust of cold air WHOOSHED inside.
Outside, the sky was clearing after a heavy snowfall. The world was drenched in a brilliant light that was almost blinding.
In the courtyard, several winter plum trees were in full bloom. Sunlight reflected off the snow weighing down their boughs, making them look like trees of jade and jeweled branches.
A faint breeze stirred, carrying their chilly fragrance to Jiang Yi's face.
