At dawn, sunlight shone into the Mountain Valley through the rift in the east, and the dim valley brightened in an instant.
Inside the Small Wooden House.
The tall Egret stood behind Dai Yao, carefully combing his long golden hair with a wooden comb.
Looking at the long hair he had grown over so many years in the mirror, Dai Yao's eyes flickered, and he said calmly, "Egret, cut my hair short for me."
Egret's hand stiffened at his words, and the smile on her face froze as well. After several breaths, she forced out a smile, her delicate hand trembling slightly as she said, "Master, long hair looks very handsome. Why cut it off?"
Before Zhu Zhuqing and Feng Wutong had left, Feng Wutong had always been the one to tie up Dai Yao's hair. Egret had finally waited until Feng Wutong was gone before she had a chance to take over the task.
This was one of the very few times in the day when she could come into contact with Dai Yao.
She treasured this brief moment, but if Dai Yao cut off his long hair, it would mean she would no longer have the chance to be this close to him.
"My hair's too long. It gets in the way of cultivation."
Dai Yao smiled.
Next, he needed to work out the fusion skill of his Fourth Spirit Skill and Eight Extremes Collapse, and just like before, he would have to cultivate beneath the waterfall. When the time came and it was soaked by the water, having long hair plastered to his body would feel awful.
Cutting it short would be much more convenient.
"All... all right."
Egret forced a smile.
Then she took a set of hair-trimming tools from her Soul Tool and meticulously began