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"Senior Sister Zhao." Yun Xiao's Sovereign Sword arched downward, the sword's tip spun, and in a graceful swirl of his white robes, he landed with an easy elegance. Beneath the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, a woman in a black gown sat leisurely, bathed in moonlight, quietly awaiting his arrival.
On the nearby stone table, a freshly made white robe lay folded alongside several jugs of rich wine...
Upon Yun Xiao's arrival, she stood, her steps graceful as a lotus flower, she approached him. Her eyes lowered to the stains on his white robe and whispered, "Change into this. I made a new one for you."
"Mmm!" Yun Xiao nodded, chuckling, "With all the fighting, my white robes get bloody too easily. Perhaps I should switch to black."
"That won't do. Pure white suits you best," Zhao Xuanran said, her beautiful eyes meeting his. In her eyes, no matter how fierce Yun Xiao became, he was always an unblemished, brave young man.
"Change in your room," Zhao Xuanran advised.
"I can change right here!" Yun Xiao declared, about to tear off his robe.
"Absolutely not!" She glared at him.
Reluctantly, Yun Xiao retreated to his room, donning another white robe made by his senior sister. Gazing at his reflection, he couldn't help but...
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