Xiao Yun came out of Pagoda Space and reappeared in the guest room.
He straightened his robes and sat down in a chair.
Before long, a knock came from outside the door, neither light nor heavy, steady and rhythmic.
"Teacher Xiao, are you there?" It was Zhu Zhuqing's voice.
Xiao Yun walked over and opened the door.
The young woman standing outside made him pause slightly.
Zhu Zhuqing had changed into a black evening gown, the hem trailing across the floor, the neckline slightly open to reveal a stretch of fair collarbone. Her long hair was pinned up, held by a White Jade Hairpin carved at the tip into a small Spirit Cat.
She wore light makeup, her brows like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn water, her lips touched with vermilion. Standing there, she looked like a quiet orchid blooming beneath the moonlight, missing her usual sharpness and silence, and carrying instead a little more of a young girl's gentle beauty.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Xiao Yun and paused slightly as well.
Xiao Yun usually wore a simple green robe, plain, fresh, and clean.
Now he had changed into an ornate robe with a red base and gold trim. Light flowed over the sword sheath at his waist like a river of stars, and the patterns on his divine robe gave him an added air of majesty and mystery, as though he were a deity who had stepped out of a painting.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the outfit for a long while before speaking. "Teacher Xiao, those clothes of yours—"
"Do they look good?" Xiao Yun smiled.
"They do." Zhu Zhuqing's voice was very soft, but inside, she was unusually elated, shouting loudly, Brother Xiao looks so handsome in this outfit...
Xiao Yun cast another layer of illusion over