Zixia, Master of Fashion Design

After wiping out the Crusaders and sending the cultivators of the Central Lands on their way, Jiang Yun and his Dao companions headed straight home.

The sky had dimmed, stars glimmered, and moonlight spilled across the manor. Silver light touched the villa deep within it. The scene was entirely ordinary, yet peaceful and serene.

Xiao Nannan was still asleep in her room. Formations protected the manor, so the noise outside had not reached her.

Seated on the soft sofas in the living room, Jiang Yun chatted with his Dao companions. He listened to their amusing stories about Earth, then told them about his visit to his aunt's home that day.

Zixia lounged on a soft sofa, holding an elegant tablet. At times she focused on her show; at others she looked up to join the conversation.

Her slender figure had curves in all the right places. Once home, she had transformed her battle attire into a purple top and short skirt. The fitted top showed off her striking curves, leaving Jiang Yun staring.

During her time on Earth, Zixia seemed to have awakened some talent. She had grown increasingly adept at putting outfits together.

A single show could inspire her to conjure up a dozen different ensembles. She changed into several styles every day, leaving Jiang Yun feeling rather drained.

"Zixia, could you design an outfit for me? I always feel a little out of place."

Huolin'er lay beside Zixia, her blue hair gleaming softly under the lights. She rested a hand on Zixia's waist, hoping the master of fashion design would help her out.

"Lin'er, you have such a wonderful figure that clothes need to meet a higher standard to suit you. Let me take a look!"

Zixia's interest flared at once. She had Huolin'er stand before her. Lately,