The festive atmosphere in Yun City continued unabated.
Lanterns shaped like phoenix flowers flitted across the night sky, and a rain that was due this evening had been dispersed by the cultivators of the Lingxiao Pavilion.
Jiang Anan grabbed Ye Qingyu's hand, hopping and skipping through the marketplace.
She had played with a phoenix lantern tonight, watching it float across the sky above Yun City and had enjoyed many delicious foods, absolutely delighted.
"Sister Qingyu, look at this, this!"
Little Anan pointed at a jade ornament on the roadside stall, which was oval-shaped, pure white in color, and engraved with lucky cloud patterns, truly exquisite.
"Isn't it pretty?"
Ye Qingyu seriously nodded: "Anan has great taste!"
With a wide grin, Jiang Anan turned back and politely asked the stall owner, "May I take a look at this piece of jade?"
The stall owner, a white-haired old woman, smilingly passed the jade ornament to her: "Of course, you can, pretty girl."
