[You followed Lü Qingyu deep into the bamboo grove.]
[Amid the swaying bamboo shadows, an elegant thatched cottage appeared and vanished from view. A stone table and bamboo chairs stood outside, quiet and refined.]
"Aunt Zhu, Zhou Jing is here."
[Elder Nie reclined languidly on a bamboo couch. Her cloud-dark hair was half pinned in a loose side bun, setting off her lovely face and alluring willow-leaf brows.]
[Her purple qipao had a higher slit than usual, and its neckline was cut especially daringly.]
[Most striking were the long, straight legs resting on the low table. Her arches curved gracefully, and her toes resembled freshly peeled bamboo shoots.]
[Lü Qingyu found it odd. How had Aunt Zhu changed clothes so quickly? When she met Senior Brother You just now, she had been wearing a long sect dress.]
"Qingyu, leave us for now."
[Lü Qingyu took her leave. With a blink, she sent a voice transmission into your ear: "Junior Brother Zhou, I'll wait outside the bamboo grove."]
[You felt that women's thoughts were impossible to predict. She had looked cold just now, yet now she seemed bathed in spring sunshine. Old Ant's meager understanding of human nature would never be enough.]
"Greetings, Elder Nie."
[You still weren't used to Nie Qingzhu's attire. Elder Nie truly had one manner in public and another behind closed doors.]
[In the eyes of Little Green Peak's disciples, Nie Qingzhu was known for her cool expression. She carried herself with dignity, dressed splendidly, and never lost a trace of an elder's authority.]
[But here in the rear mountain's bamboo grove, she seemed another person entirely—draped in gauzy silk, her figure half concealed, every gesture languid and alluring.]
[Then you recalled that You Sanfeng had only just left. You decided there was nothing to it; apparently,