Niu Youdao's face darkened. He knew it—once this matter was brought up, it would become ammunition for that damned woman, something she could hold over him for the rest of his life.
Yun Ji's expression turned rather interesting as well. She quickly turned and left, doing her best to leave with a blank face.
With everyone else gone, it was much quieter. Niu Youdao then walked to the dressing table and sat before the mirror. There had been no mirrors in the Sunken Buddha Land before.
He untied his hair and looked himself over in the mirror from side to side. Then, staring at his reflection, he secretly began to cast a spell.
His hair immediately spread out like a peacock fanning its tail, or like a hedgehog's spines. He used the heat generated by the Qiankun Jue to arrange his hair—he was curling it!
In theory, he should have been able to straighten it this way. If he did not straighten it, it would be too easy for someone to laugh at him.
Yet he did not know that when he saw that person, she would ask in surprise, "Why is your hair straight?"
Three avian mounts streaked across the sky in formation. On the leading one, Heavenly Maiden Cult Sect Master Chi Qingli chatted and laughed, her bright eyes rippling with life. Though she claimed to have severed all desires of the flesh, a hint of seductive charm unexpectedly seeped through her every word and gesture.
That was because beside her stood someone who made her glow with radiance—Chuan Ying, husband of the Ice and Snow Pavilion's Pavilion Master.
Chuan Ying put on no airs. He occasionally made a joking remark or two, yet each one made Chi Qingli's smile bloom as brilliantly as a flower.
Chuan