The sound reached their ears, and the thirteen female cultivators from the Taihuang Holy Land present were stunned, showing expressions of shock.
There was someone!
The voice seemed to belong to a man...
With doubt, they slowly raised their heads and looked toward the source of the sound.
On a stone platform above the lake stood a figure!
The silhouette was clearly visible, allowing them to see it genuinely and distinctly!
It was a man!
"There's someone!"
"And it's a man!"
"Quick, hide!" a graceful woman shouted.
Except for the Saintess of Taihuang Holy Land, Su Yunke, the other women panicked.
They covered their bodies, timid and shrinking, with attempts to hide themselves.
"You shouldn't be surprised first that I was here, nor should you hide yourselves, but you should dress properly!" Yang Yan reminded them wryly.
Before he even finished speaking, the thirteen women's clothes were all gone.
