His monk's robes were soaked through by the lake water, and the bone-chilling cold still lingered on his acupoints.
Fine beads of sweat broke out on the Buddhist Child's forehead, starting small before growing larger, tracing a path down his jawline to the hollow of his throat, where they rolled over his delicate, bobbing Adam's apple before vanishing into the collar of his robe.
Once the surging heat was thoroughly suppressed, Liansheng finally dragged his heavy cassock ashore, using his Spiritual Power to dry it before putting his bamboo hat back on and walking toward the resting place of the group.
Chapter 130