"But..." Her voice wavered slightly, betraying the turmoil within her as she hesitated, her fingers lightly grazing the fabric of her robe. The opportunity before her was rare, a chance that might never present itself again. 'By bathing in this spring i can gain at least a decade two worth of hard cultivation' she mused inwardly, wrestling with conflicting emotions.
Luo Tian observed her internal struggle with keen interest, his crimson eyes reflecting a blend of understanding and amusement. "If you are worried about me," he began, his tone smooth like silk yet carrying an underlying edge of intrigue, "how about I turn around until you enter?" His offer held a hint of mischief, a subtle challenge wrapped in courtesy.