Black was synonymous with the netherworld, a symbol of lurking in the shadows. Besides, these black stockings were stain-resistant, breathable, and of decent quality.
Did she like black? Was it also the influence of her martial soul? A black cat?
After pondering for a moment, Zhou Xuefeng said,
"From now on, wear other colors in private. White, pink, blue, whatever."
After a pause, he added to Zhu Zhuyun,
"Also, grow your hair out."
Her short hair looked fine too, but Zhou Xuefeng found it unpleasant to look at, somehow lacking harmony in his eyes. Spirit rings could make spirit masters' bodies mature early, and coupled with the Zhu Family's talent, no one would believe from her appearance alone that she was a little girl not yet twelve.
Long legs, a narrow waist, Holy Maiden Mountain—long hair suited that combination better.
Short hair was more fitting for a sharp, cold temperament, or a cute style. Zhu Zhuyun was neither. She was very "soft," not merely in body, but in temperament as well. If he had to put it into words, she somewhat resembled the description of Hu Liena in his memories.
She was neither cold nor cute. One word described her best: enchanting.
Of course, one's temperament could be cultivated and influenced later in life. But what was the point of raising Zhu Zhuyun into a cold-blooded assassin? Did he have nothing better to do?
It wasn't as though he were playing a cultivation game or role-playing.
If he wanted to cultivate someone, Zhu Zhuqing seemed more suitable.
But what use was a cold female assassin to them, aside from satisfying a card-collecting obsession?
Could she kill a god?
Probably not.
Unless he poured a huge amount of resources into training her, but that would be putting the cart before the