Fortunately, things did not go awry.
After drying the blood, Qi Yuan turned around in time. He stood up and retreated, taking the initiative to distance himself.
Otherwise, Li Changshou would really throw a beginner version of "Aged Beauties" over.
"Daoist Priest," the vixen called out nervously.
Qi Yuan hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, please maintain this distance between us! I lost my composure. Please forgive me, Fellow Daoist. However, this place is the Dao Sect of the Grand Pure One… Fellow Daoist, you should put on all your clothes so that you don't make others get the wrong idea."
"Yes, Daoist Priest," the vixen replied softly and took out a long robe from her bracelet.
She originally wanted to carefully fold and put away that dress, but just as she moved, the blood on it suddenly emitted ice-blue flames.
The chiffon dress turned into ashes in the cackling fire.
