Pei Yuhang used a towel to wipe away the sweat and other fluids from his body. Then, he opened the window, letting fresh air pour into the room to drive out the strange smell and purify the air.
Struck by the cold wind, Yu Gu Nan, who was covered only by a thin blanket, couldn't help but shrink into herself.
Seeing this, Pei Yuhang closed the window again.
In an instant, the only sound in the room was the crackling of the candle flame. Pei Yuhang was silent, seemingly unsure of what to say.
'Should I discuss my disciple's recent Cultivation?'
'Or perhaps ask about her recent life?'
Pei Yuhang was at a loss. He felt it was becoming difficult to face the young woman before him in his role as "Master."
"Pfft~"
The young woman's bell-like laughter rang out. At the youthful, vibrant sound, even the room—filled with the scent of blossoming photinia—seemed to freshen a little.
"Master, why are you in such a daze? You still haven't dared to look at me."
