The living quarters of the disciples in the Daoist temple were separated into male and female courtyards, both styled as siheyuan compounds.
Designed like palaces, with red walls and green tiles, they were decorated with an ancient charm and adorned with various calligraphy, paintings, antiques, and the like.
The rooms were independent and even equipped with LCD TVs, computers, and more.
"Is this the dwelling for the female disciples?"
Lin Zhenghui noticed that the area for drying clothes in the courtyard was filled with many bras, as well as women's underwear.
They were very beautiful and sexy garments.
"Yes, you are Shangguan's son. Her room has always been empty. You can stay in your mother's room," Zi Ruo pointed to a room and said.
"This, wouldn't it be a bit inconvenient?" Lin Zhenghui asked.
"There's nothing inconvenient about it, but you mustn't randomly enter the other sisters' rooms, lest they tie you up and whip you," Zi Ruo said.
