She took the brand-new gray robe Zhang Yuan had tossed her.
Xie Jingxin looked at Zhang Yuan, hesitated, then said, "All right. Turn around."
Although many people in Roselight Capital called Zhang Yuan a lust fiend, as far as she could sense, the way he looked at her was actually quite normal, with little lust in his eyes. Still, since everyone said that about him, there had to be some reason he was called a lust fiend.
Zhang Yuan obligingly turned around and withdrew the divine sense he had been sweeping through the [Water Calamity Hall], merely listening to the rustling behind him.
"I'm done." Xie Jingxin changed quickly, taking less than a few breaths from start to finish.
When Zhang Yuan turned back, she had casually tossed her old, hole-riddled beggar's robe onto the floor.
Xie Jingxin was not particularly short. Though she was not as tall as Zhang Yuan, she stood only half a head shorter. But height was one thing, and the robe's measurements were another: Zhao Lian had tailored it to Zhang Yuan's build.
Now that Xie Jingxin had put it on, it was wearable, but rather loose and baggy. The sleeves alone almost covered her hands.
"Mm, a perfect fit," Zhang Yuan said, lying with his eyes wide open.
"Really?" Xie Jingxin asked.
"Yes," Zhang Yuan affirmed.
Both her old robe and her new one were gray, so Xie Jingxin's bearing had not changed much. Still, once she shed her beggar's appearance, she looked considerably more radiant and beautiful.
With those minor matters settled, Zhang Yuan did not continue chatting with her. "I'm going into secluded cultivation for a while. Sword Saint, remember to wake me if there's any danger."
Xie Jingxin's eyes shifted slightly. "Are you going to be a clay statue again? How