Long Yuan looked at his master, his eyes clear of any impurities.
Compared with those hermits who practiced secludedly in the mountains and the sanctimonious and pretentious immortals, Yue Ran was more like a chivalrous woman from the martial arts world. She was generous and real, and there was a natural charm in between her every gesture.
After saying her part, Yue Ran led Long Yuan to a fabric workshop, where she herself stopped in front of a beautiful scarlet fabric.
The sword spirit assumed that Yue Ran would soon walk away to go and select a cloth with a color that was less brilliant than this red material since it was too conspicuous and contained noticeable features to the eyes. But who would have known that his master had a completely different thought process than him?
Yue Ran: Being beautiful all day and all the time (if possible) is my life's motto.
