Fortunately, things did not develop in an unspeakable direction.
After wiping away the blood, Old Daoist Qi Yuan promptly came back to his senses, rose to his feet, and stepped back, taking the initiative to put some distance between them.
Otherwise, Li Changshou really would have thrown over a beginner's edition of an "Old Beauty" painting.
"Daoist," Fox maiden Xiao Lan called softly, somewhat uneasy.
Qi Yuan hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, please keep this distance from me! This poor Daoist was somewhat improper; I hope Fellow Daoist will not take offense. But this is the Supreme Clarity Profound Sect, a marvelous gate of Dao arts... Fellow Daoist should put all your clothes back on, lest people's thoughts run wild."
"Yes, Daoist," Fox maiden Xiao Lan replied quietly, taking a long robe from her bracelet.
She had intended to carefully fold up the gauze dress and store it away, but the moment she moved, the bloodstains upon it suddenly burst into icy-blue flames.
With a whooshing crackle, the gauze dress turned to ashes in an instant.
Yet Fox maiden Xiao Lan was completely unharmed. She had not even felt the slightest warmth from the flames, and stood there at a loss.
Old Daoist Qi Yuan had already heard Li Changshou's transmission and said:
"Fellow Daoist, why not come with me? I have instructed my disciple to prepare tea. Whatever it is, we may discuss it."
With that, Qi Yuan turned and walked ahead. The chained trapping arrays in the forest opened slightly, allowing the two to reach the open-air tea room without obstruction.
When Li Changshou had remodeled Lesser Qiong Peak before, he had kept as many of these arrangements used for outsiders as possible.
Afterward, Li Changshou arranged for a Paper Daoist to assume his appearance and deliver some spirit