The next day.
Kunxu Mountain.
The crisp sunlight fell on Zhen Ruan's hair like firecrackers, as she slept soundly, curled up like a kitten, her face still flushed with lingering warmth.
Except for a pair of delicate little feet, her graceful body was entirely covered by a brocade quilt.
At this moment, a robust Taoist stood at the window sill, his strong upper body bare, gazing into the distant sky, lost in thought.
After a while, the Taoist turned to glance at the sleeping woman with ear-length short hair by his side, he reached out his large hand and summoned the Daoist robe hanging on the rack, flung it over himself, and quietly departed.
As his figure vanished from the room, the opened window slowly closed, plunging the room into darkness while the chest of the beauty under the quilt continued to rise and fall rhythmically.
She was exhausted, sleeping deeply.