Just as Cang Xiaoxuan was halfway through her story, a burst of footsteps came from outside, and a figure quickly ran in from the torrential rain.
"Phew! This damn weather... my clothes are completely soaked." After entering the ruined temple, the figure lowered the outer garment over his head, but the storm had been so fierce that he was already drenched from head to toe.
Only then did the newcomer notice that there were already people inside the temple.
He looked at the beautiful Taoist nun sitting by the fire ahead, a trace of amazement in his eyes. He had not expected anyone to be in this ruined temple, much less such a beautiful Taoist nun.
For an instant, he seemed to see one of the legendary heavenly maidens.
"I didn't expect someone to already be here. This... Tao... Taoist Priestess, pardon my intrusion!"
Perhaps realizing that his appearance was improper, the man straightened his soaked clothes and politely greeted her.
"There is no intrusion. I merely arrived first."
Fu Hua glanced at the man before withdrawing her gaze. He was only an ordinary mortal... so he could not see Cang Xiaoxuan beside her.
Still... Fu Hua was somewhat puzzled. Why would someone be here? And judging by his clothing... he seemed to be some rich young master. Though curious, Fu Hua had no intention of asking further.
The man, on the other hand, looked at Fu Hua, then at the fire before her and his own drenched clothes. After hesitating for a moment, he could not help asking, "I did not expect such a sudden downpour, and all my clothes are soaked through. I wonder... could I borrow your fire to dry them, Taoist Priestess?"
"...Go ahead."
Fu Hua glanced at him and answered indifferently. It was only a