Rong Ruo was feeling at quite a loss as she looked at Fei Yan. Jun Wu Yao raised up an eyebrow slightly and a faint smile passed his lips.
"Alright."
His mind set at ease by the reply, Fei Yan heaved a sigh of relief, before hurrying to hide inside one of the houses at the side.
Just like Qiao Chu, when their souls parted from their bodies, there wasn't a sliver of clothing upon them.
Rong Ruo followed Jun Wu Yao into a room, as Qiao Chu and the others hid helplessly as they trembled. They were not able to physically touch anything and they had no choice but to remain unclothed.
Not long after, Jun Wu Yao came walking out from the room, and Rong Ruo stepped out just a step behind him. Jun Wu Xie smelled a faint scent, of something that had just been burnt.
