Kurma, the strongest Dragon, was indeed incredibly strong, but...
Her master seemed to be just a little stronger than even her, the strongest Dragon.
Unable to resist someone's orders at all, the dragon girl made tea for her master with a "happy" expression before respectfully presenting it to him.
A gust of wind swept past, making the hem of the lace miniskirt White Night Yaksha had chosen sway. Large patches of her fair, lustrous skin were exposed, and one could vaguely glimpse a corner of fabric completely different from the skirt.
Whoosh—
A shadow flashed past, and the wind-lifted skirt was immediately pressed back down, along with that suggestive spring scenery.
"Oh, oh, oh! The clothes White Night Yaksha picked fit surprisingly well!"
With his excellent eyesight, a certain martial god naturally preserved that scene in his mind at once.
He suddenly recalled some rather interesting things White Night Yaksha had said while they had been chatting nonsense together before.
"You think I'm looking at black stockings pressed against a girl's skin? I'm looking at charm. You think I'm looking at the absolute territory? I'm looking at a girl's unrestrained youth."
"When looking at mountains, one does not see mountains; when looking at water, one does not see water. What attracts me is not a beautiful appearance, but the artistic conception behind that beauty, which is even more worthy of appreciation. That is the truth I comprehended after cultivating in Buddhism for several thousand years as a yaksha."
Then, White Night Yaksha was chased for three streets and beaten because she had been appreciating the hazy beauty of Arcadia's girls bathing.
Suddenly feeling that White Night Yaksha's words made a great deal of sense, Li Zihan, who thought she might be a philosopher, fell into contemplation. Only after a long