Only an honest person like Li Hongfang would use such an obviously derogatory term as "sneaking around" to describe herself.
The fact that she could openly and truthfully describe her own state showed that when she praised and commended others, her words were equally measured—not flattery or insincere praise.
Liu Chang'an lightly patted Li Hongfang's shoulder in approval. Her figure was fit, and while her arms were not thick, they carried a faint sense of muscle, completely unlike the soft, cottony feel of most women. It reminded him of Zhu Juntang's lifeguard, Hu Muzhi.
That woman had a uniquely alluring figure. If the Sect Master of the Nine Provinces Wind and Thunder Sword Sect from several centuries ago had seen her, he would probably have invited her into the sect to play.
"The old sending off the young." Shangguan Dandan looked mournfully at her thermos, the Owl You Vessel, gently stroking it as she spoke in a deeply sorrowful tone. "The mother is still alive, yet people are already thinking of digging up her son's grave, opening his coffin, and exposing his corpse. How utterly inhumane."
Liu Chang'an merely looked expressionlessly at her glossy black hair, as though moonlight were flowing across it.
Shangguan Dandan reached behind her head and grabbed fistful after fistful of her hair, stuffing it all into her hood. Then she pressed both hands against the top of her head. Her black hair instantly lost its color, and in the blink of an eye, her head had turned white.
Only then did Liu Chang'an nod. This image suited her better. In many anime and film productions, people like her ought to have white hair—lunatics, psychopaths, mentally unstable people, supreme powerhouses, paranormal figures, and so on. They were often white-haired.
"Though only thirty, I am already an