"Ye! Wan! Qing!"
The moment the girl entered the mountain gate, she heard a roar like that of a savage beast. She instinctively ducked her head, a slightly ingratiating smile appearing on her face.
"Master, what a coincidence!"
"Coincidence, my foot! What have you brought back on your back this time?" The speaker was an old man whose appearance, judging by his clothing, was rather "wild and unrestrained."
The old man's clothing was unconventional in a way that defied description, predominantly gray and brown. From a distance, it looked as though he had wrapped himself in strips of cloth of varying sizes, making him somewhat resemble a Beggar Gang elder from mortal-world storybooks. The only difference was probably his fairly tidy hair, gathered into a topknot and secured with an uncarved wooden hairpin, lending him something of a Taoist air.
At her master's questioning, Ye Wanqing instantly widened her bright eyes. "What do you mean, 'what'? I'm carrying a fairy! She might be my future wife!"
Some of the junior brothers and sisters watching nearby could not help laughing.
Even Lou Sheng covered his face with his hand. "Junior Sister, have you misunderstood something about your own gender?"
Ye Wanqing shook her head. "I haven't misunderstood anything. Gender applies to people. Fairies are an exception."
For a moment, some of the junior brothers and sisters nearby suddenly felt that their senior sister's argument was not entirely unreasonable.
But wait! A fairy?
Everyone else's gaze instantly fell on the person Ye Wanqing was carrying.
Her ink-black hair lay loosely behind her head, and her exquisite, flawless features were clearly a creation Nuwa had poured her heart into.
Then they considered themselves. Oh, they did not want to talk about it.
Still, the impact of that beauty was truly powerful. Had Ye