"We've already met. I asked them to head back first. If there's something to chat about, we can take our time," said the Weaver Star.
"No, don't! I haven't had a proper look at them yet. Bring them over here," said the Ancestral Temple Goddess.
The Weaver Star noticed that her close friend was finally speaking somewhat reasonably, so she brought the four disciples over to her.
Stepping lightly upon soft velvet cushions, the Weaver Star's gaze passed through the thin, rosy curtain. She saw the Ancestral Temple Goddess with bare, porcelain-like feet, draped in a slim-fitting and comfortable snowy white robe. Yet the garment didn't fully cover her figure—most of her jade-like legs remained exposed as she lounged lazily on the fragrant couch, which seemed just a touch improper.
If it were just her, the Weaver Star wouldn't have minded much.
But among her disciples, there was a male disciple present. That young man's resolve might be put to the test!
