What could be in the hot spring? Of course, a person, a woman, a fair and delicate woman!
Zhang Xiaohua had just emerged from the ground, instantly dazzled by the sight of the fair complexion before his eyes.
"Could it be an illusion?" Zhang Xiaohua pinched his cheek then rubbed his eyes.
In front of him, the hot spring was shrouded in mist with a long-haired woman with her back to him. She was humming an unknown tune while pouring the warm spring water on her fair skin.
Near the hot spring, on the stone where Zhang Xiaohua had placed his clothes, there were some light purple robes!
"Come here, come here, fly over!" Zhang Xiaohua muttered to himself a few times, but the woman didn't fly towards him as if he was in an illusion. Immediately, Zhang Xiaohua realized something was amiss—he had intruded upon an inner disciple's bath!
