Lu Chen entered Yun Xianxian's room but did not stand up or open his eyes; with an expressionless face, she said, "Errant disciple, what are you doing here in my quarters in the middle of the night!"
Hearing this, Lu Chen chuckled. His Honored Master was truly amusing; she had just clearly attacked him with a blast of cold air, and now she was asking him what he was doing here.
"Honored Master, wasn't it you who asked me to come?"
Yun Xianxian indifferently retorted, "When did I ever ask you to come to my room?"
Lu Chen immediately said, "Then it might be that this disciple misunderstood. Since it was not the Honored Master who asked this disciple to come, I shall take my leave."
"Honored Master, rest early. I will be going now."
As he said this, Lu Chen prepared to turn around and leave, but just as he turned, Yun Xianxian's icy voice came again, along with a gust of cold air that froze his feet in place.