Yang Qing was half tempted to pump up his gait and smugly take in the pleasure of being admired by a beauty and maybe even take a recording or two, but he immediately shook his head free of those self-incriminating ideas.
"Sad that I can't make a recording otherwise I would use it to rub it in Yi Jie's, Feng Xin's, and that bastard Kang Huilang's faces.
To think they dubbed me a shameless misinformed toad for saying I had the looks and presence of a fallen immortal. See, even a celestial sacred swan with all their unhealthy obsession with perfection chose to reveal themselves to me.
Mao Mao you've really lucked out having me.." thought Yang Qing with a smug look on his face that was quickly interrupted by the celestial sacred swan.