A drifting breeze brushed the snow; wispy clouds veiled the moon.
Jiang Yang had just been about to settle into meditation and regulate his breathing. Before he could even close his eyes, Chu Qingjian's call came from outside. Had his six senses not grown sharper after entering the Dao, he would have thought he was hearing things.
He rose and went out to welcome her. Sure enough, Chu Qingjian stood outside the courtyard. Slightly surprised, Jiang Yang said:
"What brings you here, Senior Sister? Please, come in!"
As Chu Qingjian slowly walked in, Jiang Yang got a clear look at her outfit. A strange feeling kept welling up within him, and he asked:
"Senior Sister... what's this?"
Chu Qingjian deliberately restrained her strides, approaching with slow, gentle, somewhat awkward steps. Full of anticipation, she asked:
"How is it? Does... does it look good?"
Jiang Yang stopped at her words and could not help studying the tall woman before him carefully from head to toe.
Indeed, on this late-night visit, Chu Qingjian had shed the Golden Rainbow Armor she so loved wearing and, in an exceedingly rare departure, changed into a Bamboo-Green Palace Dress. Two gauzy ribbons hung from her shoulders, giving her a prettily feminine look.
On closer inspection, Chu Qingjian was a woman with rather masculine features and a dignified, martial bearing. Yet putting on feminine attire had unexpectedly softened her lines. Paired with her strikingly curvaceous figure, it made Jiang Yang's eyes light up in silent admiration.
"Of course it looks good! When you dress up, Senior Sister, you're like a bird that stays silent until its first cry startles the world. You look beautiful!"
Naturally, Jiang Yang gave Chu Qingjian's outfit his wholehearted approval.
But that was also the source of his strange feeling. Tall and statuesque,