Chapter 1: The Holy Maiden undresses.
"Is this what Young Master wants from me... Fine, see all you want,"
The Holy Maiden's voice was soft, like a snowflake landing in a furnace.
She loosened the sash of her fairy robe, and it slid from her shoulders like moonlight cascading over jade, revealing the profound mountain peaks that could shake even a sage's heart to its core.
Her creamy skin gleamed under the starlight; flawless and pure.
Yet, her expression was one of cold disgust. Like a sacred swan forced to offer itself to a toad.
She stood there, half-bared beneath the heavens, yet not a shred of warmth lingered in her eyes.
Only silent defiance.
Pride clashing with shame.
Seated cross-legged on a meditation cushion, robes immaculate, the young master did not even glance at her.
"Ah... It seems the Holy Maiden is misunderstanding something,"
"This Young Master is but a wandering Daoist. It was the Holy Lord who handed you to me as a concubine,"