The Four Great Laws of Tolerance

Xu Ping gently placed the long hair in her palm. The contrast between the white and soft skin and the black hair made the latter particularly conspicuous.

She raised her head with a gentle gaze and looked at Liu Yuan. "Junxuan, I think you should know that at my level of cultivation, other than the self-circulation of spiritual power, blood, and essence, there are basically no changes inside and outside my body. No matter how many hundreds or thousands of years pass, as long as there are no accidents, I will always be like this. In other words, it's impossible for me to lose a single hair, right?"

"..." Liu Yuan nodded with difficulty, his face stiff.

He knew where the hair came from...

Last night, when he was discussing with Wei Feiyan how he had kissed her Master, he had already taken off his clothes and put them aside. Although he had washed himself clean with Wei Feiyan afterward, he had neglected the hair that had been stuck on his clothes!