At the street corner, two grown men squatted side by side, gnawing on meat buns as they watched the girls coming and going along the street.
Some of the girls on the street were more conservative, wearing long skirts. Others were more open-minded, dressed in JK Uniforms, Lolita fashion, Cheongsams, and the like.
The girls in short skirts had long legs wrapped in over-the-knee stockings. The glimpse of fair skin in that half-hidden absolute territory stirred endless fantasies.
These strange outfits had spread from Spring Breeze Pavilion. They had all been designed by Jiang Lin, then handed over to Aunt Lin to put into practice.
Originally, they had been meant to increase Spring Breeze Pavilion's sales. But because the styles were novel and attractive, and the Demon Sect was not as conservative and bound by rules as the Righteous Sect, they naturally became hugely popular among the girls. Besides, the girls of the Sun Moon Sect were generally beautiful, making them a gorgeous sight.
Of course, they also catered to the tastes of all those shameless old perverts...
"Old Fang, you said you didn't know swordsmanship."
After glancing at Fang Chaoqun and taking a bite of his bun, Jiang Lin smiled. The sword qi this fellow radiated was fierce yet resolute, more like a mellow wine. It felt as though there was a story behind it.
"Don't say anything."
Fang Chaoqun wiped his face sorrowfully.
"This is a sad story."
After his identity was exposed, Fang Chaoqun no longer felt awkward about it.
Strictly speaking, there had never been any question of whether his identity had been exposed. Fang Chaoqun believed that Brother Jiang had vaguely suspected their identities long ago.
A breeze gently swept up from the street. The skirt of a girl with a lovely figure, dressed in