In the hot spring,
Mist hung in the air, and the water rippled.
Ye Qinghong, clad in green, almost merged into one with the spring water.
Her clothes, drenched, clung to her body.
Outlining the perfect curves.
It just so happened to accentuate her figure.
"My eldest disciple is a hidden gem, indeed,"
Fang Yang, looking at her figure that was such a waste of fabric, felt many emotions stirring.
Ye Qinghong usually wore loose clothing, and her aloof personality, coupled with her clear, cool beauty,
made it easy for people to overlook her figure.
Assuming she was like a long, sharp sword.
Only to discover in the end,
That sword...
Could also be very enticing.
"Disciple, show me your Heavenly Sword technique first."
"...Yes!"
Ye Qinghong lightly pursed her lips, feeling somewhat out of place in the endless night.
Her eyes, once as cold as jade,
had started to melt unknowingly, just like the warm spring water.
Gradually creating ripples.
