Still Calling Me Miss Yue?

Xi Yue had always forgotten one thing.

She had once confiscated her disciple's paired-wing bird feathers. So of the pair of plumes, one was on Qin Yi, and one was on her...

This thing had only one effect: if the two sides locked in opposition had feelings for each other, it could help them cast aside worldly troubles and finally become a couple, leaving no regrets behind.

She believed her Dao Heart was free and unrestrained, but in truth, she had always unconsciously avoided her relationship with Minghe. The paired-wing bird feather had been subtly taking effect all along.

There was a key point here: the prerequisite for the paired-wing bird feather to work was that you truly had feelings yourself. It was not some heretical object; it would not twist or impose emotions upon you. Rather, according to your own feelings, it helped you cast off your shackles.

Without the feather's influence, even if Xi Yue herself had been as carefree as she was, she might not have progressed with Qin Yi into such a casual relationship. Though this was connected to cultivation of one's state of mind, it was not entirely the same thing. Otherwise, a Formless cultivator was still a Formless cultivator; they could not possibly be willing to share skin-to-skin intimacy with just anyone, nor would they truly disregard a woman's innate reserve merely because a little affection had stirred.

But now that she had been influenced, Xi Yue herself had not realized any of it. She only thought her Dao Heart was untrammeled, that she had already broken free from her earlier, fleeting girlish entanglements.

This was the awesomeness of her own Formless state of mind.

So she became even more uninhibited. They had already pressed lips together before anyway. So what if he found