She stood waist-deep in the thermal spring, her wet clothes clinging to her, her own face burning with a mixture of profound embarrassment and sheer, unadulterated rage.
"Throwing myself at you?!" Ji'an yelled, her voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling. She pointed an accusatory, dripping-wet finger right back at the cowering elder. "Are you delusional?! You are the one who pulled me in! You grabbed my collar like a drowning octopus and dragged me into the soup!"
"Lies! Slander!" Elder Qin hissed, his chest heaving, his eyes darting frantically away from Ji'an's soaked, clinging tunic, completely scandalized by the outline of her collarbones. "I am a master of the Heartless Dao! I would never initiate such... such crude, physical entanglement! You obviously orchestrated this! First my disciple, and now me! Are you trying to seduce the entire peak to secure your position?!"
