Su Qingying's Past Life, the Immortal-Slaying Sword!

National Preceptor's Residence.

Time passed.

Splash—

Jiang Ning heard the sound of water and opened his eyes.

Listening closely, he immediately knew that the National Preceptor, Su Qingying, had stepped out of the bath barrel.

Her appearance from when he had seen her yesterday instantly resurfaced in his mind.

Thin frame, silver eyes, white dress.

Then came a rustling sound.

Once it ended, he heard light footsteps.

Clearly, it was the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor of the bamboo house.

His gaze immediately turned toward the doorway.

The next moment.

A sixteen-year-old girl in a simple white gown appeared in Jiang Ning's sight, its hem barely covering half her calves.

At a glance, the girl gave Jiang Ning an extremely gaunt impression.

Her shoulders were exceedingly thin, her collarbones plainly visible.

She was not very tall either, giving him the impression that she was rather petite.

"Greetings, Lord Divine Venerable!" Seeing Jiang Ning looking over, Su Qingying immediately bowed respectfully.

As she moved, her translucent long dress revealed her figure.

Clearly, Su Qingying had come to see Jiang Ning wearing only this simple white gown.

Through the semi-transparent dress, Jiang Ning could see her jade-white skin.

At the same time, the gown's concealment added a hazy allure of things half-hidden and half-revealed.

Yet Jiang Ning felt not the slightest stir at the sight.

Because Su Qingying was too flat—flat without the slightest curve.

"I'll call you Little Ying instead," Jiang Ning suddenly sighed.

Hearing this, Su Qingying was briefly stunned, seemingly unable to understand why Jiang Ning had said that.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment before nodding.

"Lord Divine Venerable may call me whatever you wish!"

Seeing her like this, he understood that, for the time being, he did not need to worry