Mu Hanyan wore only a bathrobe. At Yìng Wúyī's gesture, she let it slip from her jade-white shoulders without a word. Though she appeared carefree, her face was already flushed to the tips of her ears.
"She can still blush; it seems her vital energy is quite robust!" Yìng Wèiyāng chuckled and teased from the side.
Yìng Wúyī paid no attention. With a blank expression, he waved his hand to channel spiritual energy, lifting Mu Hanyan into the air above the celestial pool, while he leaped up himself and sat cross-legged in mid-air.
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