The junior sister leaned closer, eyeing him curiously. "Senior Brother Han, so many girls have secretly fallen for you. Why do you always brush them off so coldly?"
Han Yu looked serious. "The path of cultivation is long and arduous. How can I let myself be distracted by romantic entanglements?"
"Oh?" The junior sister exclaimed, her face full of teasing. "In that case, whose personal belongings are the ones in your room?"
"..." Han Yu was speechless.
"I heard you've been involved with that demonic cult seductress lately!" The junior sister's expression changed, and she spoke gravely. "You should know that this witch practices wicked arts. She's tricked countless male cultivators into falling for her, and plenty of female cultivators have fallen victim too. Don't let her ruin your path, Senior Brother."
Han Yu couldn't help thinking, Am I really that much of a witch?
Just as she was about to explain, she noticed that the hairpin atop the junior sister's head was the very one she'd worn the last time she returned to her female identity!
Han Yu furrowed her brows and swept the junior sister with her spiritual sense. She found that the bracelet, waist sash, and... bellyband she was wearing had all been discarded by Han Yu after her last disguise ended.
How could this be?
