Xie Jianyu felt extremely weak when he regained consciousness. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Zhang Fengxi, who was meditating without wearing a single layer of clothes.
And there was no blue barrier between him and Zhang Fengxi.
Xie Jianyu pushed himself up in trepidation. He fumbled at his body, searching for any sign of violation.
He was fully clothed, but his clothes were relatively clean and dry. Also, his wounded leg was bandaged properly.
"..."
A more thorough look at his outer robe told him that it was not his robe at all. It carried the sigil of Longjing Palace, a fierce tiger with a golden coat.
In front of the meditating Zhang Fengxi, Xie Jianyu's outer robe and inner robe hung out to dry over a fire array. Soft steam rose from the fabric, heating their surroundings.
Xie Jianyu clenched his fists. He quickly grabbed Winter Frost, stabbed it into the ground again, and re-established its barrier.
