BAM!
The doors crashed open like a dragon's tail tearing through a mountain.
"Disciple Su—!"
Bai Yujian strode in, her robes snapping in the windless chamber, she'd braced for filth. Sweat, sin, and the usual sludge of human depravity.
Instead—steam.
It slithered through the air like a courtesan's idle fingers, brushing against her skin as if to test her patience. At its heart, Su Xiaobai lounged in a jade bath, his body glowing faintly blue and black, as if carved by the heavens themselves.
Her eye twitched.
The brat was surrounded by kneeling disciples, their faces disturbingly serene. Meditation? No, this wasn't calm—it was the resignation of fish circling a net.
"What... is this?"
No response. Su Xiaobai's half-lidded eyes barely flickered, his expression hovering somewhere between holy enlightenment and the afterglow of sin.
SPLASH!
