In the dead of night, Bai Zhi was cultivating in her room when a deliberately suppressed roar suddenly reached her ears. Startled awake, she listened closely and realized the sound was coming from Zhou Fan's room. Though confused, she hurriedly slipped on her slippers and ran over.
The moment she opened the door, Bai Zhi froze. Her face instantly flushed red, the blush spreading down her slender neck and across her elegant collarbones.
Inside the room, Zhou Fan was completely naked. For some reason, his skin was covered in a black, grimy substance, as if he'd just rolled around in a mud pit. There was even a foul stench in the air.
However, Zhou Fan seemed completely unaware of his state, remaining in a meditative posture.
