C1661 Brother Xiao Zhuo

Lin Yaoyang was deep in thought, wrestling with a dilemma. The girl was bathing inside the house—should he enter? His brow furrowed tightly, as if he were entangled in a complex problem.

The door creaked open.

Lin Yaoyang stepped inside on tiptoe, making the faintest of sounds in the silent room.

The woman, a fellow cultivator, hadn't detected Lin Yaoyang's presence