When Wu Min Huan returned from outside, Jing Yi had already exchanged his robe for the clean one and was squatting in front of the bucket with the water, intently staring at the dirty robe inside.

Wu Min Huan raised his brows, closed the door behind him and went to squat down next to Jing Yi. He looked at the robe that was submerged in the water and then glanced at the boy. "What’s the matter, Jing Yi? Didn’t you want to wash it?"

Jing Yi nodded his head. He had already stopped crying and his face looked a lot better. His expression was still rather pitiful though. "I wanted to but it’s dirty. How am I supposed to wash it if it’s dirty?" He looked back at the robe and frowned. He couldn’t just … touch it, could he?

Wu Min Huan looked at Jing Yi dumbfounded. This question … How was he supposed to answer it? He was the head disciple of the Yun Zou Sect’s Sect Master. People would be laughing at him if he was washing his own robes. "Maybe … You could use something?"

Jing Yi turned to him with sparkling eyes. "Use something? Like what?"

Wu Min Huan was once again left in a daze. Yes, what kind of thing could be used for this? He had no idea! He felt that he couldn’t tell that to Jing Yi though. If he did, wouldn’t the boy start crying again? He was obviously very conscious of being dirty. If he didn’t have a way to wash his dirty robes, he might be devastated.

Wu Min Huan looked around but with the sparsely furnished room, there naturally wasn’t anything inside that could be used for this kind of task. Wu Min Huan rubbed his temple. Just what was he supposed to do now? He really wanted to go and ask his Master but he felt that it wasn’t too likely that he would be able to answer this kind of question. His Master would probably be even more confused than him at the prospect of having to answer this question. After all, he had been the Sect Master for such a long time and had already attained a high level of cultivation too. When would he have seen a dirty robe for the last time?

Since he didn’t know he could only find somebody else who did. Wu Min Huan got up and smiled at Jing Yi. "There’s probably nothing you can use here but I’m sure we can find something somewhere else. Let me go and take a look around. You …" He took a look around and finally just continued to smile. "Why don’t you stay here for the time being? You’ve gotten cold before, so it can’t be wrong to take a small break." With that, he turned and left the room again.

On the roof of the building, Qiu Ling furrowed his brows. Something to wash a robe with without having to touch it? Did he have something like that? Then wouldn’t his beloved be extremely happy?

He raised his hand and sifted through his spatial ring. He regretted a little not to have taken proper care of it over the years. Why had he just thrown everything inside before? Now, it really was hard to find something in there. He grumbled but persevered on. He wouldn’t give up! And he would certainly find something before that other guy could come back. There was only one person that was fit to help his beloved out of such a terrible situation!

Qiu Ling pushed everything aside the didn’t look like it could be used for the task at hand. Jewelry, fabric, some strange stones, some weapons, … Why was there nothing that could be used for washing robes? Ah, he had really wasted the previous years of his life. He couldn’t even help his beloved.

Qiu Ling shook his head. He couldn’t give up this easily. Maybe he needed to be more creative. He looked over the things in his spatial ring again and finally, his gaze stopped on a shimmering metal shield.

Qiu Ling puckered his lips and picked the thing up. It was rather heavy, definitely much too heavy for his delicate beloved to carry. But if he made it a little smaller and gave it another form … Maybe this could work.

Qiu Ling leaned back and extended a claw, carefully cutting the shield up into smaller parts. He bent the smaller parts into the right shape and looked at them inquisitively. This wasn’t bad but with only these parts it wouldn’t work out. No, he needed to connect them. For the first time in many years, Qiu Ling was thankful that he had fire spiritual energy at his disposal. He heated up the parts and connect them, making sure that they would fit his beloved’s hands.

Finally, he was holding onto something that looked like a glove. Well, if one ignored the fact that it was made out of shiny metal. Qiu Ling still smiled happily. With how thin he had sliced it, it wasn’t heavy anymore and thanks to his perfect craftsmanship, it would certainly fit his beloved’s hands like a second skin. Not that his beloved really needed a second skin. In fact, his beloved’s creamy skin was really lovely. It was a pity to hide it below something like this. But if it could prevent his beloved from getting dirty, then it was alright to cover it up just for a while. He could just take them off later on, couldn’t he?

With a smile, Qiu Ling hung down from the roof again and put the gloves on the windowsill. He looked at his beloved and waited for him to come over and pick it up. Unfortunately, Jing Yi was still eying the dirty robe in the water.

Qiu Ling pursed his lips. What a pity! He had hoped that his beloved would take at least a single glance at him. Now, it seemed that couldn’t happen. Well, he probably couldn’t let him know that it was he who had gifted him this thing anyway. After all, his beloved was still in the trial. If he knew that there was somebody helping him out in secret, maybe his trial would be less valid? In that case, he should better hold back a little.

Qiu Ling knocked on the window and hurried away, back onto the roof of the building where he lay down on his stomach. Ah, what a pity! He really would have liked to see his beloved’s happy gaze! Now, he had to make do with imagining how happy his beloved would be. Well, he could also watch his beloved use these gloves from now on. Wouldn’t that also mean that he was very happy?