Night, near the end of Xu Hour, inside the Gutan Sect's bunker.
Xu Qingzhao sat in the Stone Room with her chin propped on her left hand, looking somewhat distracted. Her brows were tightly knitted, and there was no telling what she was thinking. She had been in low spirits these past few days. Apart from the Daytime Treasure Hunt, she barely interacted with anyone and ate very little.
"Bang...!"
Suddenly, the door was shoved open roughly. Bells jingled as Tang Feng rushed inside.
He looked particularly handsome today, dressed in a blue robe with a broad jade belt around his waist. At the front of the belt, below his navel, hung an extra foot-long flap of fabric that covered the space between his legs.
Lü Ji had specially "custom-made" this flap for Tang Feng. It even had a lovely name: the evil-warding, yang-nourishing flap. Obscure, incomprehensible runes were embroidered on it, and four bells hung along its sides. It looked lavish and handsome, though from a distance, it looked very much as if he had hung four bells from his crotch and stuck a Daoist Talisman there.
This evil-warding, nourishing flap had taken Lü Ji two days to make, so he had charged Tang Feng fifty thousand Star Source as a labor fee.
The crashing door startled Xu Qingzhao, and she immediately scolded him. "You're a grown man. Why are you always so rash? How rude!"
"...Don't scold me, don't! He's back!" Tang Feng panted. "Your man's back!"
Xu Qingzhao's expression froze. After taking a few dazed breaths, she abruptly stood. "Where is he?"
"Over by the Teleportation Array. The disciples on night watch started shouting when they saw him. I was the first to hear them, so I came to find you." Tang Feng waved. "Quick, get over