The material of this skirt Master is truly exquisite,
cool and refreshing, soft and lightweight, with the added effect of shielding from the probing of others' immortal perception.
Li Ping'an, transformed into a little honeybee, clung to Master's sleeve and watched as a Yuan Immortal servant appeared and opened the courtyard door, leading the 'genius' Heavenly Immortal of the Forge-Heaven Gate inside.
Mo Yunshen held a folding fan in his hand, stepped on a pair of flying cloud shoes, and wore a blue-white gradient Daoist robe, definitely at the forefront of East Continent fashion.
Qing Su reminded in a transmitted voice, "He shouldn't be my match."
"Master," Li Ping'an said softly, "we don't need to take action against him, and if it comes to that, it should certainly be an unexpected and full-powered strike."
"That's also true."
Qing Su nodded, casually sat on a bench in the dining hall, took out an oilcloth bag, and began to arrange the pastries inside.