"Cough, cough, Zetian, mind your manners..."
Seeing Zheng Zetian's hand almost reaching under the inner garment of a disciple, Song Dayou, who was steering the boat, nearly capsized it and quickly transmitted his voice to remind him.
Meanwhile, Shu Xin Zhenren also softly transmitted his voice, "It's not a distraction, just an unruly disciple interfering with your cultivation."
"Yes, Ling Chan is affected by a cold and feels dizzy, I'll take her back to the cabin to rest."
So Zheng Zetian directly carried Ling Chan in his arms, took her to the cabin, and laid her on the bed, wrapping her jade-like feet with a sheet since she's wearing so little - silk and brocade - to prevent her from catching a cold.
As he stepped out, he heard Shu Xin Zhenren gently laughing in the adjacent elegant room,
"Zetian Junior Brother, come over here to talk."
"Yes, greetings to Zhenren."
Zheng Zetian, unflinching, pushed the door open and entered the lion's den.
