Lu Xia slowly walked out, then turned toward Dugu Mei's residence.
Wu Tian Manor had been built along the mountainside, its structures layered and arranged in a pleasing pattern.
Dugu Mei's courtyard lay deep within the manor, secluded and tranquil.
Before long, Lu Xia arrived before the courtyard gate.
The gate was not closed, so he pushed it open and walked in.
The courtyard was silent, without a single person in sight.
Lu Xia crossed the courtyard and entered the main hall.
The hall was brightly lit and elegantly furnished, yet completely empty.
"Master's wife?"
Lu Xia called out.
His voice echoed through the spacious hall, but no one answered.
Lu Xia raised an eyebrow slightly.
She wasn't in the hall?
He released his spiritual power, and the entire courtyard came into view.
Dugu Mei's aura came from the direction of the bedroom.
The corners of Lu Xia's lips rose slightly. He turned and headed toward the bedroom.
Outside the bedroom.
Lu Xia stopped. The door was ajar, leaving a narrow crack.
A faint fragrance drifted through the gap, mingled with damp vapor and curling mist.
Lu Xia reached out, gently pushed the door open, and looked inside.
There stood a huge bathing tub in the bedroom, filled with steaming water and shrouded in white mist.
A graceful figure was bathing within it—it was Dugu Mei.
She had pinned her raven-black hair high up, revealing her long, fair neck.
Her shoulders rose above the water, her skin as white as snow, droplets sliding down its smooth surface.
Through the hazy steam, her figure appeared and disappeared like something out of a dream.
Lu Xia stood at the door, staring blankly.
Though this was not the first time he had seen her, the sight of her bathing still made his