"Senior Sister, I'm coming in!"
In the small courtyard behind the mountain, Xiang Yuan called out from outside the meditation room, then pushed open the door and walked in.
The room was not large, and everything within could be seen at a glance.
There was a meditation couch, a tea table, a wooden fish, an oil lamp, several books, as well as brush, ink, paper, and inkstone for recording insights gained through cultivation. A faint scent of ink hung in the air.
Master Bai Yue sat cross-legged on the couch, her posture dignified and serene. Her black hair spilled down like a waterfall, uncombed and naturally draped over her shoulders.
Her skin was white as snow, carrying a natural luster. Her ink-black hair stood in stark contrast to her cool features, and a faint melancholy lingered between her brows. Who knew whether she was contemplating the future or comprehending the mysteries of Chan?
Not only had she not dressed herself up, she had not even put on her clothes properly.
She wore only a set of white inner garments—not the close-fitting underclothes women wore, but something Xiang Yuan generally regarded as sleepwear.
Xiang Yuan took a closer look. Although Senior Sister Bai Yue possessed the pure, ascetic aura of abstinence, her face and figure were so stunning it ought to have been a crime. That melancholy beauty between her brows was like a silent invitation. The contrast was simply too powerful—she really knew what she was doing.
No, that was not what Xiang Yuan was looking at.
In front of Senior Sister Bai Yue lay two sets of outer robes. One was a simple light garment paired with a bright apricot-yellow lay devotee's robe; the other was a gray martial outfit. Xiang Yuan had seen Senior Sister Bai Yue wear