Three months had slipped away quietly, and Li Qinghong, clad in jade armor, arrived borne aloft on the wind.
She still retained the appearance of a woman in her early twenties; the spear in her hand was sharp, and the jade armor on her body shone with crystalline brightness, adorned with intricate patterns—a Fetal Breathing Magical Instrument.
Armor as a type of magic artifact was expensive and scarcely less rare than a pill furnace. This set was found when they breached Jade Court Mountain. Tongya sent it to Li Qinghong, who then passed it to Li Yuanping's hands.
Li Yuanping wouldn't hear of it and had Li Xihong take it back to Jade Court Mountain for Li Qinghong, much to the pity of Xihong, who ran back and forth until he was out of breath.
Li Qinghong took two steps into the great hall; Li Yuanping raised his head as the spirited woman stood before him with her spear, her jade armor particularly eye-catching. He quickly rose to his feet, smiling as he said,
"Qinghong,"
