"Huh?"
Finally stepping into the main gate of Huangyu Palace, Qiu Qingtang was refining her plan in her mind when she suddenly looked curiously at the aloof Sword Immortal Mu Jianxian from the Wandao Sect: "Why are you washing clothes... and bed sheets too?"
She clicked her tongue in surprise as she circled around Mu Qingyue twice: "It's really not fitting for a Sword Immortal's identity, huh."
Slightly clumsily rubbing the bed sheets, Mu Qingyue spoke lightly: "Do you want to absorb some yang energy from Junior Brother's bed sheets?"
Qiu Qingtang rolled her eyes at her: "The Fox Clan does like to absorb spiritual energy, that's true, but it's not exactly a necessity, besides, I don't have that kind of fetish."
"How many pure fox demons like you are there in Qingqiu?"
"Quite a few, but..." Qiu Qingtang proudly puffed out her chest, patting it: "I am definitely the purest fox demon in history."
"For example?"
