Inside the room.
When Jiang Ning pushed open the door, he saw Xiao Emei dressed rather improperly.
Half of one delicate shoulder was exposed, and her two white legs extended from beneath her long robe, gleaming pale under the faint flicker of candlelight.
The wide sleeves made Xiao Emei's hands look especially slender.
Clearly, she was wearing nothing but that single robe.
This half-concealed, half-revealed attire that invited wild imaginings made it obvious that Xiao Emei understood men very well.
Hearing the door open, Xiao Emei tugged at her collar, deliberately covering the deep curve of her chest.
She had already thought everything through moments ago.
From what little she knew, gods capable of reincarnation had all been great gods in their former lives.
Those great gods had chosen to reincarnate as humans in order to shed their divine bodies and escape some form of restraint.
Who in all of Dongling Commandery could compare to such an existence?
Having figured this out, Xiao Emei calmly accepted her current situation.
In her eyes, this might not necessarily be an opportunity.
At Water-Moon Sword Palace, the most she could hope for in the future was to catch up to Xiao Qiushui as she was now. Becoming a Grandmaster would be harder than climbing to the heavens.
But following behind a powerful reincarnated god with limitless potential made the future immeasurable.
The next moment.
Xiao Emei's expression froze instantly, her eyes going blank.
Because she saw that Jiang Ning was not the only one who had entered. Behind him stood a girl in green.
With an outsider present, Xiao Emei could not help feeling somewhat embarrassed.
She hastily pulled her collar tight, covering her exposed fragrant shoulder.
Her shining pale legs also withdrew beneath the robe.
"Xiao Lü, take her to rest," Jiang