"This is a bed designed for repairing the Divine Soul."
Song Cheng was astonished...he had no idea if this thing would be of any use to Su Ningyu.
But after lying on it for a while, he started to feel strange.
He looked at Madam Tong.
Madam Tong was no longer dressed as the village girl of days past, but was wrapped in a white and gold cloak. The oversized cloak covered just over her thighs, looking like a long skirt enveloping her figure.
Her black hair was neatly combed into a proper bun, with a simple pearl hairpin made of ebony wood, not ostentatious at all.
Her forehead was exposed, which not only didn't detract from her appearance but made her seem pure as snow and ice. With her earnest and slightly sorrowful eyes, it was easy for anyone to associate her with words like "holy woman."
In front of such a Taoist Temple Master of Pearl Mountain, anyone's first impression would be "sacred" and "worthy of respect," rather than thoughts related to "gender."
