The dim light of the rainy curtain filtered through the entrance, and for a moment, there was silence in the room; only the slightly chilling autumn breeze tirelessly rustled the two women's elaborate skirts and their soft, long hair.
The disparity in their appearances was somewhat significant.
One held an iron rod, her whole body was clean and tidy, aggressive and forceful.
The other knelt on the ground, her entire body was bedraggled and soaked through, eliciting sympathy at the sight.
Tianyan clutched the black iron mace tightly in her hand, staring fixedly at Bai Muxi's white silk garment soaked by the rain, and at those two mounds of flesh that were tightly pressed by the wet garment at the chest, she gritted her teeth and spoke distinctly,
"So, you deliberately broke through the wooden wall, planning from the start to seduce that reprobate here?"
A flicker of surprise crossed Bai Muxi's heart; she had not expected the Saintess to be so direct with her words.
