At that moment, Lin Hanyan glanced at the dress she was wearing. She had on a turquoise-blue bustier, leaving her shoulders, arms, and waist bare, her skin radiant and fair as frost and snow. A blue-and-red brocade skirt swayed around her, its jade pendants chiming and jeweled tassels trailing behind her. With every step, gold and jade rang out together.
This was the Magic Robe the demonic women had made them change into earlier. Looking at it now, how could this possibly be a Magic Robe?
It was clearly an implement used by the Innate Religion to cultivate furnace cauldrons!
Thinking of this, Lin Hanyan glared furiously at Hua Yurán, then immediately sent a voice transmission to the three companions beside her. "With Grand Elder Wenren here, we have nothing to fear from that Demon Pei Ling."
"The dresses we're wearing are far too revealing. We need to find somewhere to change back into our original clothes..."
Chen Jingmeng, Zhao Juanjuan, and Shen Yinchen all blushed. Like Lin Hanyan, they were dressed in gauzy, flimsy garments that clung lightly to their bodies. Even their long, smooth legs flickered into view as they walked...
As righteous disciples of the Nine Great Sects, they would never have worn such clothes before—not even if it cost them their lives. But this time, they had fallen for the demonic women's trap... No! It had to be that Demon Pei Ling's trap!
Not only had they put on these skirts they normally wouldn't even touch, they had also been led by those demonic women to learn how to serve...
At the thought, Chen Jingmeng, Zhao Juanjuan, and Shen Yinchen immediately dared not continue. Chen Jingmeng said, "Those demonic women can't move now, and Senior Wenren is controlling the flying vessel. Let's each pick a room