Please, No Young Masters

Xue Qiang smiled shyly. "Thanks, Fanfan. We can go now."

Feng Fan nodded but glanced at her with admiration. "Qinqin, where did you get such a beautiful outfit? Now I feel bad going out with you while wearing these plain sect robes."

Her smile widened as she stepped closer to him. "I don't mind. As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter what you wear."

Feng Fan scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed. "Alright, but next time, I promise I'll wear something better."

Xue Qiang's eyes lit up at his words. 'Next time…'

She smiled warmly. "I'll hold you to that. So, where are we going today?"

Feng Fan paused to think before replying. 

"I was planning to head to the Seventh Peak since there are some nice restaurants and bars there. But seeing as you're not wearing sect robes, how about we go outside instead? I've heard there's a city about five hundred kilometers from here, as big as Cloudveil. What do you think?"