Returning to Jian Mountain Peak

Lu Ran finally had the chance to put on his own Fourth Skin—the Fox Fur Cloak!

The cloak was pure snow-white, without the slightest impurity, like snow that had yet to melt upon a mountaintop, carrying a faint chill.

A ring of soft fur at the collar covered nearly half of Lu Ran's face, hiding his lips within it and making those icy pupils stand out all the more.

The long hem of the cloak gently swayed under its master's aura, rolling like waves.

Noble, extravagant.

It was clearly fox fur meant to keep one warm, yet because the youth's gaze was already cold, it made him appear even more aloof and heartless.

When Bai Rao saw Lu Ran dressed like this, her entire snake—no, her entire person—was utterly dazzled!

Previously, she had already imagined a bitter melodrama.

Now, the powerful young nobleman whose heart had been shattered, leaving him cold to the bone, seemed to have stepped out of the story she had woven and stood before her.

"Lu Lang~" Bai Rao twisted her seductive figure and swiftly slithered to Lu Ran's feet, winding her way upward in circles.

Lu Ran: "."

Treating this seat like a steel pipe again?

"Don't change your expression!" Bai Rao circled in front of Lu Ran and carefully examined his eyes. "Keep looking cold. We're going to seek revenge."

"Aunt Bai, we discussed how you should address me."

"I can't help myself~" Bai Rao's eyes brimmed with admiration as she looked Lu Ran up and down. "It'd be even better if you'd been wounded by love. That would give you even more flavor."

Lu Ran: ?

"Hehe~" Bai Rao smiled with bewitching charm. "So, Little Sect Leader Lu, why are you so protective of those Sword Cultivators?"

"My mother was a Jian Yi