Qian Daoliu looked at Jiang Zhen's calm, unruffled expression, which even seemed to carry a hint of "Why are you still here?"
Thinking of the gentle-tempered, breathtakingly beautiful woman in the green dress from earlier, an odd thought could not help arising in his mind.
He assumed that his ill-timed visit had interrupted some of the young man's "nighttime entertainment."
He stroked his nonexistent beard and revealed a teasing, elder-like smile. With a meaningful tone, he said, "Young man, having abundant energy is a good thing, but you must know moderation... Only a steady stream can flow far."
"..."
Several dark lines instantly appeared across Jiang Zhen's forehead. What was this old fellow even thinking?
He set down his teacup with a crisp clink and said irritably, "Old sir, if you have something to say, say it. If not, please leave. My little temple can't accommodate a great Buddha like you."
Seeing that Jiang Zhen would not fall for it, Qian Daoliu put away his joking manner and returned to his usual calm, inscrutable self.
He picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip before speaking at last. His voice was not loud, yet it reached Jiang Zhen's ears clearly. "Xue'er, come in."
As his words fell, the courtyard gate was gently pushed open, and a peerlessly beautiful figure stepped in beneath the cold moonlight.
The newcomer was none other than Qian Renxue, restored to her female form.
She looked to be just over twenty, at the most beautiful age for a woman.
Her skin was fairer than snow, as though sculpted from the finest white jade.
Her straight nose carried an innate nobility, while her slightly narrow phoenix eyes had shed their usual imposing edge, revealing a faint, barely perceptible complexity.
She wore an ancient yet elegant golden