Xiao Mo had the Imperial Kitchen prepare some buns.
He didn't refuse Fairy Jiang's invitation, either, and joined her for breakfast in the courtyard.
But when the woman named Jiang Rou ate her buns, she lifted one corner of her veil and slipped the bun beneath it, taking tiny bites.
Xiao Mo sneaked glances at her several times, but each time, Fairy Jiang kept him at bay. He couldn't see what she looked like beneath the veil at all.
"You seem very eager to see my face?"
Jiang Qingyi looked up at Xiao Mo and asked calmly.
"I am a little curious about what you look like," Xiao Mo answered honestly.
"You may look," Jiang Qingyi replied.
"Hm?" Xiao Mo froze for a moment, surprised by how readily she had agreed.
"You may look, but you have to cross swords with me. If you win, I'll let you see my face." Jiang Qingyi gazed into Xiao Mo's eyes, looking entirely serious.
"And if I lose?" Xiao Mo asked in return.
"If you lose..." Jiang Qingyi looked him over. "We'll discuss that after you lose."
Xiao Mo: "..."
"Well? Are you going to fight me or not?"
"Perhaps I'll pass. I'd rather not make a fool of myself in front of you." Xiao Mo stood up. "Fairy Jiang, get some rest. I'll take my leave."
As if! He was a Qi Refining Stage cultivator. How could he possibly cross swords with her?
And she came from the greatest sword sect under heaven. She was even an inner disciple.
He knew exactly how little he was worth.
Xiao Mo turned and walked out of the courtyard.
Watching Xiao Mo's retreating figure, Jiang Qingyi blinked softly but didn't call after him.
Only after Xiao Mo had left did Jiang Qingyi look away. She