"Senior Sister Zhu Ling'er, why did Junior Brother Su Yan flip Senior Sister Zhang over and start pounding her?"
Qin Jinfeng was like an endlessly curious child, constantly asking about every puzzling detail, as though Zhu Ling'er were an encyclopedia.
But before Zhu Ling'er could speak, the other senior and junior sisters began chiming in, each showing off what she knew.
"Ah, Junior Sister Qin, you don't understand. I remember reading about this in a book. I think it was called..."
"Bullshit! What Senior Sister Zhang is doing is clearly..."
"You're all wrong. Junior Sister Xu told me about this. It seems to be..."
"It should be..."
"..."
As Zhu Ling'er listened, the embarrassment on her face deepened. She lowered her head, her hands unconsciously fiddling with the hem of her clothes.
Although she felt mortified, she had no idea how to stop their research.
Just then, Qin Jinfeng spoke again:
"Zhu Ling'er, what should we do about those dozen or so senior and junior sisters down below?
Do they also have to wait for Junior Brother Su Yan to cure them one by one?"
Zhu Ling'er's expression instantly grew even more awkward. She hesitated, then said softly:
"Well... if you have a better solution, we can certainly use it.
But if there's no other way, I'm afraid we can only ask Junior Brother Su Yan to help."
After saying this, Zhu Ling'er bit her lip as though she had made a momentous decision, then fell silent.
Seeing this, Qin Jinfeng rolled her eyes thoughtfully and suddenly suggested:
"In that case, there's nothing left for us to do here. Why don't we head back?"
However, the moment she finished speaking, the female disciples turned pale with alarm and hurried to dissuade her.
"Absolutely not! There are still a dozen