"Greetings… Nun Xia."
Luo Tian performed the bow of a junior, an indescribable and peculiar emotion welling up inside him.
Suddenly, the image of Nun Xia's flawless, ethereal body—pure as ice, smooth as jade—appeared in his mind.
Their eyes met.
"You…"
Xia Bingyue's delicate body trembled, and a ripple disturbed the tranquil clarity of her icy gaze.
Luo Tian's appearance had caught her completely off guard.
Thinking of that profound 'first time' in her life, a faint blush stained the young woman's beautiful, jade-like face.
This scene did not escape the notice of Miao Feng and the other third-generation juniors, shocking them greatly.
This stunning Nun Xia, their senior, had always projected an image of dignity, coldness, and sanctity. When had she ever shown such emotion?
At this moment, Nun Xia even wore the bashful blush of a young maiden.
The sight left them staring, dumbfounded.
"You… are Senior Brother Lin's disciple?"
Xia Bingyue's heart was a tangled mess.
