Zhun Xuying hesitated in front of Zhi Rui's cave. The order was to not bother her throughout the month. Thinking about the venerable that the came to the sect gave Zhun Xuying shook off her thoughts. She knocked on the door twice.
The door creaked, opening a small slit. Zhun Xuying narrowed her eyes at the smell coming from inside. She reached for the wooden door and slowly pushed it open. As the annoying creak of the door disappeared, Zhun Xuyings face contorted by the image inside the cave.
The same situation she saw before when entering Zhi Rui's bedroom on the general's manor occurred in front of her, only this time; it was even worse.
