Chapter 118: The Old Bull and the Tender Grass
The old man came running the instant he received the voice transmission. He couldn’t understand why the Grandmaster would personally instruct him to bring one of the girl’s robes up to the tower, but as a junior, he would never dare question orders. So he obediently grabbed one of Yun Qiao’s spare Taoist robes and began the long climb.
The ice covering the tower had melted by then, but everything was slick and dripping wet, as though the place had just been washed clean.
He climbed carefully for a quarter of an hour before reaching the top. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, his eyes fell on the sight before him—
Two figures entangled on the floor.
Both were half-dressed, their clothes scattered in tatters. The person in the Grandmaster’s arms was pressed tightly against his chest, her face buried in him, revealing only a glimpse of red silk at the edge of a bellyband. The shredded fabric strewn around the floor carried an unmistakable air of… indecency.
For a long moment, the old man just stood there, utterly thunderstruck. His first, instinctive reaction was—
“I—I’m sorry for disturbing you!”
He spun on his heel to leave. So the Grandmaster was this kind of man?!
“Stop.”