Master Ping couldn't help but complain, "As long as it's a woman with some figure and beauty, you'll say you've seen her?"
Luo Xiu's eyelids drooped, his gaze fixed on the white-skirted fairy's face in mid-air, and he said, "I'm not joking with you. I really saw her in the Boundless Heavens, she's a prominent general of the Heavenly Dao Alliance."
Just as the two exchanged through Divine Sense, a fragrant breeze suddenly hit them.
The white-skirted fairy flew over, her clothes fluttering as she lightly landed beside Luo Xiu. Her pristine white boots stepped onto the dirty, stinking mud but didn't stain at all.
The white-skirted fairy glanced at the snow-white sword suit Luo Xiu was wearing, feeling a bit surprised, and asked, "Are you a disciple of the Sword Language Immortal Sect?"
Luo Xiu, as if not hearing her question, stared at her face, starting to recall.
