The days following the great panty theft at White Steam Pavilion set the peak on fire.
Every courtyard buzzed with the same topic.
"That panty psycho struck again last night!"
A junior sister hissed to her friends while grinding herbs in the medicine hall.
Her cheeks were flushed with indignation.
"He took Sister Mei's favorite red pair!"
"Sex-crazed?"
A tall, beautiful senior with a sharp tongue, snorted as she fanned herself.
"Why are we all assuming it's a man? This could be a jealous sister. Some women are more perverted than any male disciple."
The first girl gasped.
"Senior! How can you say that? Only a depraved man would steal freshly worn panties!"
"Depraved knows no gender. I've seen sisters fight over a single hair ribbon like it was a heavenly treasure. Imagine what they'd do for revenge."
The argument spread like wildfire.
Soon half the outer courtyard was divided.
Some shrieked that it was a shameless man.
