A wisp of light clothing, water droplets fell on her fair shoulders, under the sunset's afterglow, they gradually took on a touch of gold.
Zhang Qiaoyan slowly approached Xu Changsheng, not allowing his throat to grow dry before he had already succumbed.
After tasting the forbidden fruit and seeing such a scene again, even if he recited the Mind Cleaning Mantra taught by his master a hundred times, he couldn't help himself and became increasingly immersed in tender indulgence.
"Changsheng! You are the heir to Qingfeng Temple, you must not secularize! Otherwise, your master won't rest in peace even in death!"
Inside the grand hall, Xu Changsheng knelt under the Jade Qing Statue, his mind filled with the sound of his master's tears!
He had been picked up by his master as a child, to whom he owed both nurturing kindness and the grace of passing on the teachings; he didn't want his master to truly rest uneasy because of him.
