The next day.
Qin Gengyun rubbed his waist as he walked out of the room; the floor was too hard, causing his waist to stiffen up.
As he stepped out, he saw Mo Xiaolan leaning against the railing in the corridor.
The tall, slender woman wore a simple white long dress, her hair tied into a neat single ponytail. Her posture was upright, and when she turned her head upon hearing him, a smile appeared on her beautiful and handsome face:
"Good morning."
Qin Gengyun immediately put down the hand rubbing his waist and laughed heartily:
"Good morning."
Behind him, Qiu Zhihe gracefully stepped out, also wearing a simple white long dress. Though not as tall as Mo Xiaolan, her charming face and the striking curves of her figure were even more impressive.
Mo Xiaolan stood up, smiling and clasping her hands at Qiu Zhihe:
"Taoist Friend Qiu, good morning."
Qiu Zhihe's face also showed a calm smile, similarly clasping her hands:
"Taoist Friend Mo, good morning."
