Inside the warm pavilion.
Wu Wang had set up several layers of barriers, and Fairy Ling had added another two at his request.
The Grand Elder, sensing the situation, quietly reinforced their efforts with a layer of Transcendent Realm Dao rhythm, completely preventing any outsiders from peering in.
"The Sect Master and the Saintess..." the Grand Elder muttered to himself, then chuckled self-deprecatingly. He paced with his hands behind his back at the cliff's edge. He certainly wouldn't stoop to spying on the romantic affairs of young people. A respectable figure of the Demon Path like him, who would bother watching such things? He was far too experienced for that.
Inside the room, Wu Wang quickly made his preparations.
He sat in a wooden chair, leaned back, and conjured a sphere of ice-cold water that hovered above his head. Then, he swiftly removed his robe and tossed it aside.
A lone man and woman in a room, disrobing, long hair flowing...
