Sandalwood incense smoke twirled gently upward, weaving through the beams and pillars.
Dugu Luoxue knelt and sat on the cushion, her spine as erect as a pine tree, hands on her knees, buttocks touching her ankles, naturally exuding a dignified and respectful demeanor that fully displayed her refined elegance.
Compared to the more popular sitting meditation method of Confucianism, Dugu Luoxue still adhered to the old rules and chose to preach while kneeling.
This clearly showcased the traditionalism ingrained within the female master.
However, from the perspective of where Jiang Shouzhong was sitting, this kneeling posture highlighted the flexibility and beautiful curvature of a woman's waistline, quite charming and alluring.
Especially her perfectly round hips, reminiscent of a full moon on the horizon.
Perhaps only someone as thoroughly experienced as Jiang Yi could compare to her in terms of the tension in those curves.
In plain terms, fitting to kneel behind...
