Gently biting her lip, the little tongue slightly showing, she lowered her blushing face, secretly glancing upwards, both innocent and alluring.
Yuchi wiped his nosebleed, nodded, and awkwardly walked away. Whose influence brought this atmosphere among the disciples, each more daring than the last?
...
Returning to Xufu Town, Yuchi sniffed, glanced around, and upon confirming no one was watching, he leapt into a large river. The girlish aura clinging to him would be awkward when meeting friends and family, especially those with keen noses.
He thoroughly wrapped himself in mud in the river and cleaned up completely, finally shedding the identity of Zong Liangqing. Black-haired and clad in black, the mask long hidden away, the young man patted his face, practiced a range of expressions in the water's reflection, and rebooted his system. The identity of Yuchi returned.
"From this moment on, I am no longer Zong Liangqing. I am Yuchi."
