Ji Yuan naturally didn't have any women's clothes—he wasn't like Old Wu the boatman, who had that odd habit of collecting women's garments.
The black robe the female corpse originally wore was simply too filthy, so in the end Ji Yuan just let her wear one of his own clothes, covering up her impressive body.
Once the female corpse left, Ji Yuan collapsed from exhaustion.
He'd kept up his output for twelve whole hours—that is, twenty-four hours straight.
Even an iron body couldn't endure that.
Thankfully, all the effort was worth it.
He didn't even need to speak; as long as he thought it, the female corpse could execute his will completely... Calling her "female corpse" over and over always felt strange—she needed a proper name.
Ji Yuan didn't have much inspiration; after a brief moment of thought, he recalled a name he'd seen once in a book.
Tu Yue.
Since that's the case, she'll be called Tu Yue.
