Face?

"Swish..."

The instant the Tianquan Saint finished speaking, everyone in the pavilion turned to look at Yang Wuzheng, Yan Wushuang, and Li Qingyue.

"The Sacred Body of the Nine Saints Gate? The Innate Dao Body?"

"Gasp... wouldn't that make them the two holy sons of the Nine Saints Gate?"

"The Nine Saints Gate? That foremost holy land of the Central Province, whose extraordinary service to the Human Race gives it such transcendent standing?"

"Gasp... to think even a holy land from the Central Province would come for a mere ancient tomb!"

"What's so surprising about that? This is the legendary Primordial Ancient Tomb! Rumor even has it that its origins may stretch back to the Mythological Era!"

"The Ten Great Families of the Northern Plains, the Seven Great Holy Land of the Eastern Wasteland, the Three Great Families, and even people from the Yuhua Dynasty have all come!"

"Wait... why is there a mortal here?"

Amid the murmurs, everyone's gaze shifted to the figure beside Yan Wushuang and Yang Wuzheng.

The girl dressed in men's clothing stood out far too much.

For a moment, everyone studied her curiously.

Her somewhat loose, ill-fitting men's clothes still traced the contours of her delicate body.

Her long legs were faintly discernible beneath the fabric.

Her hips were rounded, her waist slender enough to encircle with a hand.

The proud swell of her chest resembled lofty peaks that tempted others to climb and conquer them.

Even those moon-white men's clothes could not conceal her graceful figure.

Her face was breathtaking, her skin like jade, and strands of her flowing hair brushed across her bright eyes.

Her pupils resembled jet-black gemstones, each blink revealing a starry sky that could draw one into a trance.

Her expression was cool, a hint of sorrow lingering between her brows and eyes. Standing there quietly, she resembled a strange flower blooming with exquisite beauty.

One could not help wanting to admire her closely.

Yan Wushuang, the Sacred Body, and Yang Wuzheng, the Dao Body, stood on either side of her like bodyguards.

At first glance, one might have thought the girl was the leader of the three.

Yet upon closer inspection, everyone discovered to their astonishment that the girl in men's clothing was only a mortal.

There was not the slightest fluctuation of divine power around her.

Who is she? Why are the two holy sons of the Central Province's foremost holy land protecting her?

That thought suddenly sprang into everyone's minds.

Feeling their gazes, Li Qingyue grew uncomfortable all over. Her brows furrowed slightly as she looked at the dress inside the display case.

By now, even a fool would have known what Yan Wushuang intended.

Her body might not reject wearing women's clothing, but inwardly, she still resisted it somewhat.

After all, she was not this body's original occupant.

"Greetings, Tianquan Saint, Tianxuan Saintess!"

Yan Wushuang and Yang Wuzheng spoke together, their tones calm and their expressions largely unchanged.

That remained true even when they faced heirs of holy lands whose legacies stretched back to the Primordial Era.

In the Primordial Era, the Human Race had been like ants, serving as food and slaves for other races.

Only after the Human Race's Solar Saint Emperor and Lunar Saint Emperor rose to prominence had things begun to change.

During that era, the Human Race developed rapidly, spreading little by little throughout the universe.

There had originally been no Human Race on Big Dipper; nearly all had migrated there later.

The seven great holy lands-Tianquan, Tianxuan, Heavenly Pivot, Heavenly Mechanism, Jade Balance, Open Yang, and Yaoguang-had been founded during that era.

Corresponding to seven great Ancient Life Stars, their legacies had endured to the present.

In a sense, the Eastern Wasteland of Big Dipper was the ancestral homeland of the Human Race on Big Dipper.

Tianquan? Tianxuan? Could there be five other great holy lands as well?

Leaving the Tianxuan Holy Land aside, why was only Yaoguang left in later generations?

A trace of puzzlement rose in Li Qingyue's heart. Turning slightly toward Yan Wushuang, she said softly, "Let's go. There's no need to spend money. These clothes are perfectly fine!"

"And... I'm not angry at all. Really. You don't need to give me a present!"

Although her voice was quiet, everyone here was a cultivator, so it was no different from speaking aloud.

For a moment, everyone looked at the girl, whose earnest, adorable manner made them want to chuckle.

"Hahaha..."

The Tianquan Saint laughed heartily. Looking at Li Qingyue with interest and studying her stunning face, he said, "I imagine this fairy is a cherished lady friend of yours."

"Even dressed as a man, her peerless beauty is impossible to conceal."

"Still, those men's clothes really don't fit her very well. Besides, a fairy's words usually mean the opposite. If she says she isn't angry, she certainly is."

"If she says there's no need for a present, then you certainly need to give her one."

"Brother Yan, Brother Yang, this deserves careful consideration."

At those words, countless men immediately lowered their heads in thought.

"I was wondering why my wife kept saying she wasn't angry but wouldn't let me into our room. So there was a deeper meaning behind it!"

"Heavens, I finally know why my wife is angry with me!"

"Gasp! My wife said she didn't want a present, so I listened. Who knew she'd turn around and go back to her parents' home? She hasn't come back for a month. So that's why!"

Some people suddenly saw the light and exclaimed before they could stop themselves.

Others laughed, filling the pavilion with merriment.

Li Qingyue, on the other hand, froze, then looked at the Tianquan Saint in mild shock.

This bastard... is he deliberately making things worse?

Seeing the thoughtful expressions on Yan Wushuang's and Yang Wuzheng's faces, as though they had gained some insight, Li Qingyue was struck speechless. She simply turned to leave.

But before she had taken two steps, Yan Wushuang caught her arm.

His broad, powerful hand made it impossible for Li Qingyue to break free.

"Let go! I really am not angry, really!"

"I just... just don't want to talk!"

Li Qingyue glared slightly at Yan Wushuang, but when she saw his expression of sudden understanding, she could only turn to Yang Wuzheng for help.

"Men's clothes really don't fit you very well!"

Yang Wuzheng's calm reply instantly plunged Li Qingyue into despair.

Wasn't choosing what to wear a personal freedom?

She just liked wearing men's clothes. Was there something wrong with that?

At the sight, everyone in the pavilion began to chuckle.

Quite a few people studied Li Qingyue again.

Seeing her slightly furrowed brows and her wide eyes, helpless yet adorable and beautiful, they all laughed aloud.

For a moment, the pavilion grew even livelier.

The Tianxuan Saintess chuckled and slowly stepped forward. "The Exquisite Pavilion's treasured garments are renowned throughout the Eastern Wasteland. Little sister, if you don't mind, I can show you around."

"Every pavilion here has a display case containing the finest of the Exquisite Pavilion's treasured garments."

"Even if you don't buy anything, you can still try them on."

"The one behind me is quite nice. It wards off dust, cold, heat, and divine radiance, and can even withstand a strike from someone in the Four Extremes Realm. It's also the latest style. Why not try it first, little sister?"

Listening to the Tianxuan Saintess and looking at everyone's smiles, Li Qingyue wore an utterly helpless expression.

If she could beat these people, she would certainly have shown them why flowers were so red.

"Go try it on!"

Yang Wuzheng spoke, an inexplicable hint of anticipation in his voice.

"Try wearing it. Don't worry, if you don't like it, we can choose something else."

"We'll definitely find a present you're satisfied with."

Yan Wushuang spoke as well, his eyes expectant as he held on to Li Qingyue's arm.

"Choose something else?"

Li Qingyue had no words. Was there something wrong with Yan Wushuang's head?

"How about this? Since the two holy sons of the Central Province's foremost holy land have come, as the Tianquan Saint, I simply must extend some hospitality."

The Tianquan Saint's voice rang out slowly, instantly drowning out all the laughter. "Fairy, browse as you please. Consider it a present I'm giving you on Brother Yan's behalf."

"In three days, I'll invite both holy sons and you, fairy, to meet the Eastern Wasteland's younger generation, so we can join hands to explore the ancient tomb. What do you say?"

With a smile in his eyes, the Tianquan Saint studied Li Qingyue and spoke gently:

"Surely you won't deny me even this little bit of face, fairy?"

Li Qingyue looked at the Tianquan Saint in shock once more. Although his expression was gentle, his words warm, and his manner exceedingly polite,

what he said always made her bristle.

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