Seeing his grave expression, the two women fell silent and listened carefully. Zhou Zhiruo had made some progress in the Nine Yin Manual, and her cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. Unfortunately, the rain outside was too loud. She could only vaguely hear breathing within, but she could not determine how many people were inside—or even whether anyone was there at all.
Lan Fenghuang fared even worse. Her cultivation was insufficient, and after listening intently for quite some time, she heard nothing but the patter of rain.
Although neither woman knew what was happening inside, anyone Song Qingshu considered a top expert could not be ordinary. Concern appeared on Zhou Zhiruo's face. "We don't know whether the people inside are friends or foes. Why don't we go somewhere else, so we can avoid a conflict?"
Song Qingshu smiled. "I don't mind, but it's raining so heavily outside. If you two young ladies get soaked through, it'll be almost the same as wearing nothing. Are you willing?"
The two women blushed. In that short time, their skirts had already become somewhat wet. Had Song Qingshu not used his superb lightness skill to bring them here so quickly, their clothes would probably have been clinging tightly to their skin by now.
Both women were martial artists, so they did not need to worry about catching a chill. What worried them most was exposing themselves. Lan Fenghuang was cheerful and bold by nature, but Song Qingshu was not her lover. How could she reveal her body to him without reservation? Zhou Zhiruo was quiet and shy, so naturally she did not want to end up in such an embarrassing state either.
Seeing their bedraggled appearance, Song Qingshu smiled. "Don't worry. With me here, even a dragon's pool or tiger's den is nothing."