Apart from her ugly features, everything about the female cultivator before him—her figure and even her voice—displayed the graceful bearing one would expect of a charming female cultivator.
Her figure was willowy, her legs long and slender, her hips full, her breasts proudly raised, and her skin as smooth as congealed jade.
The scene that had suddenly unfolded was something Si Kong Yining had never experienced before. Standing in midair, her beautiful eyes flashed with shock and fury, along with a stunned, bewildered look.
The sight left Si Kong Yining so startled that she actually forgot to put on another garment at the first opportunity.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
"Ah!~~" A cry of alarm suddenly burst from Si Kong Yining's lips. The fury in her eyes abruptly turned to embarrassment. Crossing her arms to shield the snowy peaks before her, she swayed and vanished from Qin Fengming's sight.
Only after watching the female cultivator flee did Qin Fengming's mind suddenly clear.
With a thought, the Green Soul Silk shot back into his body. At the same time, he spread open his hand, and a pale-yellow skirt wrapped in a lustrous aura appeared in it. It was precisely the garment the female cultivator had been wearing.
The skirt felt exceptionally soft in his hand. At the slightest touch, an incomparably comfortable chill welled up from it. The sensation was wonderfully refreshing, without the slightest hint of freezing.
As the skirt appeared before him, the distinctive fragrance of the female cultivator also wafted toward him.
Under the powerful attack unleashed through the Treasure Refining Ghost Art secret art, the skirt had not suffered the slightest damage. The sound of fabric tearing moments ago had merely been caused by his fist and palm skimming across the skirt's surface.
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