Looking at Xuanji lying unconscious on the bed, he still possessed that unapproachable, otherworldly air, leaving only a sense of pity that made one want to gather him into one's arms, like an exquisite little white lotus.
The wet cassock could not hide Xuanji's elegance at all.
Tang Tian clasped his hands tightly, then let out a long breath. Only then did he suppress the stirring in his heart and step forward to put a robe on Xuanji.
Only the icy water soaking through the Taoist robe made Tang Tian even more clear-headed. To avoid the unrest in his heart, Xue Zan was not someone dangerous enough to take advantage of another. Thus, Xue Zan moved quickly, taking off the Taoist robe without looking at the beautiful Xuanji. Raising his hands, he covered Xuanji with a blanket.
After completing that series of actions, Xue Zan let out a breath and looked at Xuanji, who was buried beneath the blanket.
After some thought, Xue Zan turned and walked out of the hall. Bright Moon was waiting outside. Seeing Tang Tian, he hurriedly asked, "How is the mysterious Taoist?"
"He's asleep."
Xue Zan blinked.
"I'm warning you—if you dare touch that mysterious Taoist, I absolutely won't let you go!" Bright Moon looked at Tang Tian, clenched his fists, and raised his head, deliberately putting on a tough front before bursting into tears.
Hearing this, Xue Zan immediately laughed heartily. Shaking his head, he said, "Don't worry. Absolutely not."
"That's more like it." Bright Moon nodded in satisfaction. Thinking Tang Tian had been frightened by him, he turned and left.
Xue Zan stood outside the hall for a while, then opened the doors and went back inside.
The moon rose and fell. The sun rose as usual. Sunlight shone upon the hall