Zheng Shengmo looked at the petite and frail woman in front of him with a face of suspicion, narrowing his eyes:
"Nephew Ruo, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
Ruo Mei gestured with her delicate hand, and Lin Qingchou's body floated up, gliding over the spring water and landing beside her. A piece of clothing then drifted down, covering Lin Qingchou.
Lin Qingchou was still in a state of collapse, her body trembling, muttering incoherently.
Ruo Mei looked coldly at Zheng Shengmo: "Elder Zheng, you just forced yourself on a junior disciple, I witnessed it with my own eyes, do you still want to deny it?"
Zheng Shengmo was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed heartily: "Nephew Ruo, there might be some misunderstanding between us. Come over, and I'll slowly explain it to you."
"Zheng Shengmo, do you think I came to find you just because of those Zhenyang Sect disciples?"
Ruo Mei's eyes held ridicule as she spoke calmly:
