Her expression grew especially serious, with even a trace of genuine nervousness.
"I'm telling you, Master, you absolutely mustn't let those old women tempt you with their shamelessness and indecent bodies. They're full of nasty schemes."
As she spoke, she openly pointed at herself, then at Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.
"Look, you've got so many young, pretty girls here, all flowers waiting to bloom. Aren't we all a hundred times better than those women outside? I'm so pure and beautiful, Xiao Wu is cute and alluring, and if you really like big breasts, there's still Zhu Qing, isn't there? Take Zhu Qing as your disciple, and surely she'd be willing to make a little sacrifice for you, you rotten Master. Then you could..."
"Rongrong-"
Zhu Zhuqing's voice held unmistakable embarrassment and protest. Most of her cheeks had already flushed red, and she didn't know where to look. She glanced at Yang Xing, then hastily looked away.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do with herself, Yang Xing didn't linger on the subject and steered the conversation back on track.
"Rongrong, Xiao Wu, didn't you still have questions for me earlier? Go ahead and ask now."
Ning Rongrong clicked her tongue in displeasure, but then sighed and put on an expression that said, Since you're my master, I'll be magnanimous and forgive you.
"Rotten Master, where did you run off to that day without saying a word? And what exactly was going on when that old woman called... called Bibi Dong came to the academy?"
Xiao Wu chimed in, seemingly without any ulterior meaning, simply repeating her earlier question out of curiosity.
"Master, was the disciple you said you were taking that day connected to that Supreme Pontiff?"
Yang Xing answered their questions one by