Living in Biyou, just out of the bath.
The water temperature was just right. Fine jade stones covered the bottom of the pool, pleasant beneath the feet; white mist drifted thoughtfully around him, helping him salvage at least a little of the embarrassment of bathing outdoors.
Spiritual Energy surged toward him, and the Saint's Dao Charm lay close at hand for him to comprehend as he pleased. But whether he could grasp a specific Great Dao still depended on his own aptitude.
This was one of the five great sacred lands between Heaven and Earth. There were many beautiful fairies here, though naturally, they provided no services of any kind and preferred dueling with Dao arts and divine abilities.
It had to be said that Biyou Palace's master was a hospitable host.
He had no airs about him, nor did he possess the aged, lofty manner common to beings born after the Creation of Heaven and Earth. His face even made him look like a young immortal of Li Changshou's own age, only a few hundred years old. That alone deserved high praise.
It was just that while scrubbing this smooth Saint's back, Li Changshou's Dao heart trembled a little. He was afraid of scrubbing the skin off Biyou Palace's master, only for the other man to wave a hand and give him a sword strike.
That was a sword strike even some Saints might not be able to receive.
Though he was somewhat on edge, and though he was clearly a guest yet had to do the work of a service immortal, the overall experience was quite good. It counted as one of the more memorable baths of his life, and felt vastly different from the time he had bathed using his junior sister's wooden tub.
No more idle