A Single Word, A Startling Thunderclap

Gao Xian's smile was bright as sunshine, his manner dashing and elegant, his bearing utterly captivating.

Lu Xuanji, however, could not smile. She still did not dare confirm that the man before her was Gao Xian. More importantly, she was wearing only light, thin loungewear in her own bedroom, her long legs resting loosely on the armrest—a posture of complete ease and relaxation.

Being caught in such an intimate state was no different from being discovered in the bath or on the toilet.

Though Lu Xuanji was not so flustered as to lose her composure, she was genuinely startled and suspicious.

Gao Xian's gaze swept over Lu Xuanji's long, well-proportioned legs. He had to admit, this Spirit Transformation cultivator had an excellent figure, and her skin was lustrous and snow-white.

Considering that she had likely reforged her physical body, Gao Xian found her even more intriguing. Of course, he would not rudely keep staring.

Taking two extra glances at a beautiful woman was courtesy. Looking too much became somewhat discourteous.

With a smile, he said, "Please forgive me for entering without an invitation, fellow cultivator."

Lu Xuanji sensed no trace of sinister qi, and neither the Pure Yang Talisman nor the Pure Yang Spirit-Steadying Hairpin on her reacted. Having confirmed that this man was no Evil Spirit, that grinning, flippant manner undoubtedly meant he was Gao Xian himself.

With a flick of her hand, she changed into the Profound Bright Heavenly Treasure Dharma Robe and rose from the long couch. Curiously, she looked Gao Xian up and down. His form and spirit were pristine and radiant, possessing an immortal's unstained purity as well as a lofty gentleman's dashing elegance, yet she could not see through his cultivation.

Sixty years ago, Lu Xuanji had heard that Gao Xian had attained the