"Young Master Zhang, what are you doing?"
A Celestial Person's body was hard enough that the collision left Cui Zhaowei's head spinning a little. She looked at the oddly shaped Zhang Yuan and asked.
Before Zhang Yuan could answer, Cui Zhaowei noticed something amiss. As a Sword Cultivator, her five senses were extraordinarily keen, and her brows drew together slightly.
Judging by the shape of that quilt, why did it look like a person?
Cui Zhaowei's gaze shifted slightly. Perhaps the quilt draped over Zhang Yuan was too short; a gust of wind lifted it, exposing part of a silk-stockinged foot without a shoe.
"..."
Silence settled over them.
The corner of Zhang Yuan's eye twitched, and he sighed inwardly.
Even if she hadn't used a mystic wonder to still the wind in Brightheart Residence, she could at least have secured the quilt. Great, now the cat was out of the bag before he'd even said anything. Xiao Yuanjun was still unreliable.
Had she done it on purpose, or was it an accident?
Now that things had come to this, it was better to be open about it than keep trying to hide it, lest Cui Zhaowei's imagination run wild after she returned home and lead to some misunderstanding.
Zhang Yuan tugged at the quilt.
A soft whisper reached his ear.
"Zhang Yuan, are we done hiding?"
"Master, you've already been spotted. Your foot was sticking out," Zhang Yuan said, at a loss for words.
Besides, she had already spoken aloud. What was the point of continuing to hide? Cui Zhaowei was not deaf. A nine-turn qi refining perfected person's hearing was astonishingly sharp; how could they possibly keep anything from her without using voice transmission?
"Oh, then your master didn't hide properly. I'll make sure to hide better next