"Yueqiu, you should change... That outfit is covered in blood. Walking around like that, people might mistake you for a Demon Cultivator."
Pei Yuhang suddenly halted his Sword Control and spoke slowly to Qing Yueqiu behind him.
Qing Yueqiu nodded. "Then I'll put on the Immortal Skirt that Master gave me."
As she spoke, the young woman began to unfasten the collar of her dress right in front of Pei Yuhang, revealing half of a fair, lovely shoulder.
"Stop! Don't change here!"
Pei Yuhang maneuvered his Flying Sword into a dive, heading for the forest below and setting Qing Yueqiu down.
"You can change here... Call me when you're done."
After saying this, Pei Yuhang departed on his sword.
A moment later, the young woman's call came from the forest. "Master, you can come get me now."
Pei Yuhang immediately descended on his sword. After pushing aside a patch of tall grass, a magnificent worldly sight of skin whiter than snow appeared before him.
