"Today?"
"Today."
Letting the palace maids dress and groom him as they pleased, Ouyang Ling felt like a clothes rack being handled at will.
He would be entering the imperial palace soon, and plenty of tedious etiquette awaited him. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.
"I really came back at the perfect time..."
His muttering was not quiet, and Qian Renxue, already wearing Xue Qinghe's facade, happened to hear it. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, and she seemed to be in a good mood.
"Yes, you hit the jackpot."
Unconcerned about the palace maids overhearing, she said, "You'll soon meet the leader of the world's second greatest sect and the emperor of the empire. That's a rare honor."
"Heh... is that so?"
As Ouyang Ling gave her a half-lidded stare, he felt slightly uncomfortable. Instinctively, he wanted to loosen his collar, but the palace maid attending him stopped him. "Lord Ouyang..."
That soft call left him helpless. He could not exactly let these palace maids be punished, could he?
So he could only endure the discomfort around his neck and find a topic to distract himself.
"Brother Xue, why did you have to bring me along? Aren't you the one taking a master?"
Even though she knew Ouyang Ling was merely making conversation, Qian Renxue was happy to answer. "Because a genius Soul Master like you attracts too much attention. Quite a few people are very curious about you."
"Is that so..."
As they chatted about meaningless things, time slowly passed. Only after all the palace maids had left the room, leaving Ouyang Ling and Qian Renxue alone, did the atmosphere within change.
"Changing clothes really is a pain."
Ouyang Ling wanted to tug at his collar, but ultimately did not. He merely looked at Qian