Chapter 29: The Sect Knows
The sect had already heard.
Before the sun reached its peak, the whispers became wind. And the wind carried truth.
Yan Zhuo had not been quiet. He walked back into the disciples' quarters like a war god descending from the heavens—bare-chested, robe slung carelessly over one shoulder, his cock barely hidden beneath loose trousers, and the scent of sex clinging to him like incense. His smile was arrogant. His words louder than necessary.
"Lin Mu held her legs open for me," he told one group, lounging under a courtyard tree. "Then cleaned every drop off her with his tongue. Even sucked it straight out of her pussy. Didn't miss a single streak."
By mid-morning, the entire inner sect knew.
When Lin Mu stepped into the courtyard, the shift in atmosphere was instant. Eyes turned. Conversations paused mid-sentence. Lips curled with mock sympathy or open amusement.
He had bathed. Composed himself. Wore fresh robes of pure white.
But they all saw through it.
They had heard the moans.
They knew what those stains were.
A group of young outer sect disciples leaned against the railing by the koi pond, one of them—a tall, lanky boy with a hooked grin—called out first.