In the end, it was Ye Qinghong who could no longer withstand Fang Yang's burning gaze. Biting his lip, he was about to leave when he heard his master speak.
"My dear disciple, your striped ponytail really does look lovely, but I wonder how twin ponytails would look?"
"..."
Ye Qinghong froze again. Before he could react, his master was already before him, that imposing figure wrapping an arm around his waist. Then a broad palm swept gently across his hair.
The hair ribbon fell.
His long black tresses cascaded freely down.
His master began gathering up his hair.
Before long, he had deftly arranged it into twin ponytails, complemented by that vibrant dress.
The once-icy God-Shocking Sword was now utterly different, radiating boundless beauty.
Twin ponytails...
One for each hand.
For some reason, those words suddenly surfaced in the depths of Fang Yang's heart.
Then...
He reached out his wicked hands.
Much later, Ye Qinghong's hair was completely disheveled, his cheeks flushed red.
Just now, here inside the Flying Carriage, his master had begun teaching him the Red Dust Sword Technique again.
He was clearly already quite familiar with this sword technique and needed no further instruction from his master, yet for some reason, he had ultimately chosen to acquiesce.
Master and disciple held each other, their skin touching, giving off a faint warmth, just as they had at the Hot Spring on the Blood Rain Cult's Back Mountain.
The only difference was that while teaching him the sword technique, his master had held his twin ponytails the entire time, gently telling him that this... was a test for him.
Only by withstanding this temptation could he enter the mortal world and see through its red dust.
"Master, this disciple will take his leave now. I will come