Chapter 321: What Will I Do If You Die!
"Everyone, turn away!" Ye Wenxin snapped, feeling particularly annoyed as the male disciples ogled Jin Xiaoqin's striking figure. Long Qing'er and Xi Mengxuan quickly produced blankets, while Ye Wenxin tore off Jin Xiaoqin's shirt and tossed it into the pool.
Jin Xiaoqin found herself stripped down to her undershirt and inner garments. She awkwardly looked at Ye Wenxin, realizing she was unharmed. The scriptures Ye Wenxin had inscribed the previous day were gradually fading. Without them, the corrosive green liquid would have been disastrous.
Ye Wenxin breathed a sigh of relief, quickly pulling out fresh clothes from her Qiankun bag for Jin Xiaoqin to change into.
"Do the clothes fit?" Ye Wenxin asked after helping Jin Xiaoqin dress, wiping sweat from her brow, feeling overly tense.
"The chest feels a bit tight," Jin Xiaoqin commented, shifting her body, making Ye Wenxin's face darken.
"Then just bear with it."
"Hehehe..." Jin Xiaoqin chuckled, an unexpected demeanor for a 250-year-old elder. Ye Wenxin, bewildered by her laughter, asked, "Old Jin, what's so funny?"
"Nothing, just recalling your tense expression earlier. Don't worry, you're the only one who's seen my body," Jin Xiaoqin whispered in Ye Wenxin's ear, making her shiver as she felt a hand on her backside.
Jin Xiaoqin returned to her composed self, her outfit exuding a delicate femininity. Long Qing'er’s expression grew complicated, adding to Ye Wenxin's awkwardness.
"Ahem, Old Jin, thank Sister Qing'er. She gave me that outfit," Ye Wenxin explained, realizing the coincidence of picking that specific garment among many, including those from herself, Ling Jue, Xiao Zhang, and Lady Yu.
"Uh, thanks, Qing'er," Jin Xiaoqin replied, her face suddenly sour as she exchanged formalities with Long Qing'er, both turning to Ye Wenxin for an explanation.
Ye Wenxin felt adrift in a sea of tension, reflecting on her recent chaotic life. Seeking solace, she gravitated towards Xi Mengxuan, appreciating the normalcy of being around ordinary people.
Xi Mengxuan, confused by Ye Wenxin's proximity, edged towards Xuan Luofei, entangling them in a strange cycle.
Fortunately, everyone soon refocused on the waterside pavilion.
Despite it being daytime, the pavilion remained shrouded in black mist, unchanged by the Yin Fetuses’ demise. Ye Wenxin tossed another stone, which fell after a meter, confirming the unchanged gravity within the secret realm.
Though the pool was free of obstacles, the liquid retained its corrosive properties. Ye Wenxin instructed Jin Xiaoqin to fell a tree, creating a makeshift bridge.
Faced with such an ominous environment, none dared to venture too far. Ye Wenxin volunteered to scout ahead, hoping to uncover mechanisms or traps.
"No, what will I do if you die!" Jin Xiaoqin protested, stopping Ye Wenxin from recklessly advancing.
Her words caught both of them off guard, laden with unintended ambiguity. Observers wore expressions of regret, unsure whether to lament Jin Xiaoqin's relationship with Ye Wenxin or Ye Wenxin's allegiance to Jin Xiaoqin.
