Dream, Hand of Cause and Effect

What could there be in a hot spring? Of course, a person—a woman, a fair-skinned woman!

The moment Zhang Xiaohua emerged from underground, the dazzling whiteness before his eyes made him dizzy.

"Could I have entered an illusion?" Zhang Xiaohua pinched his cheek, then rubbed his eyes.

Within the hot spring, mist curled through the air. A long-haired woman stood with her back to him, her body bare. Humming an unknown little tune, she used her hands to pour warm spring water over her pale, smooth body.

Beside the hot spring, on the boulder where Zhang Xiaohua had left his clothes, lay several pieces of pale violet palace attire!

"Come here, come here, fly over here!" Zhang Xiaohua muttered a few words, but the woman did not fly toward him as she had in the illusion. He immediately realized something was wrong. No need to say it—he had stumbled upon an inner sect disciple bathing!

Zhang Xiaohua formed a hand seal, ready to flee for his life. At that moment, the female disciple seemed to hear something. Covering her chest with both hands, she did not dare turn around. As she crouched down into the spring, she shouted, "Who is it?!"

How could Zhang Xiaohua dare answer? He was just about to cast his spell, but when that voice reached his ears, he froze. He stood rooted to the spot, staring straight at the woman's jet-black hair, unable to utter a single word. The true qi gathered at his fingertips slowly dispersed, slowly scattering between heaven and earth... Seeing that no one answered, yet still too ashamed to turn around, the female disciple angrily rebuked, "Bold! Whoever you are, get out at once! I am a disciple of Mocu Palace. If you do not leave, I will report you to