After saying goodbye, Wang Yue looked at the sleeping beauty on the bed. Now he just had to get her out of there.
If Wang Yue carried a beautiful woman out of the temple in his arms, people would certainly criticize Xuanji.
Xuanji's cultivation was high enough that he wouldn't care about worldly reputation, but Wang Yue sincerely respected this truly enlightened monk and didn't want his reputation harmed.
Fortunately, he had come prepared. He took a large box from his storage ring, two meters long and one meter wide and high.
Using his true qi, he levitated the sleeping beauty, still tightly wrapped in it, and placed her inside. Then, like a laborer, he hoisted the box onto his shoulder, nodded to Xuanji, and strode out.
Those waiting to laugh at Wang Yue were surprised to see him emerge so quickly, and immediately began snickering. But the large box on his shoulder gave them pause. Some of the more extreme ones even suspected that he had stolen something from the temple.
