Under cover of night, Jiang Yang returned to the Sect.
He presented his waist token and verified his identity at the array gate. Breathing in the Spirit Vigor, far richer than that of the outside world, Jiang Yang felt even his Qi Sea grow livelier.
He had grown accustomed to the place, after all. He still felt more comfortable within the Sect.
He raced back to his little nest and plopped down on his Meditation Cushion. With a sigh of relief, he felt much more at ease.
Finally back...
After settling in and resting for a little while, Jiang Yang began to feel sticky all over.
His Daoist robe was embroidered with a spirit array bearing the Dust Repelling technique. While outside, he had occasionally cast the Clothes-Cleansing Art or condensed water to wash his face, so there was little danger of any unpleasant odor.
But throughout the journey, he had scrambled and struggled, his sweat drying and soaking him again, over and over.
Even after repeatedly cleaning himself up, he still felt prickly all over and wanted a proper, refreshing wash.
Since it was so convenient, he acted on the thought at once. He rose, removed his hairpin, and kicked off his boots. Just as he was about to undo his robe, he looked down and saw the rusty sword leaning against the wall. He said awkwardly,
"Senior Bai, could you... could you give me a little privacy?"
"Why?"
"Uh... I want to bathe."
Jiang Yang pointed at himself, his hair hanging loose.
"..."
Bai Tang was speechless and inwardly grumbled,
A little brat like you needs privacy? What couldn't I see if I wanted to?
Despite that thought, Bai Tang said nothing. The Spirit Sword leaning against the wall trembled, flew out of the Cave Abode on its