Lu Li looked down, his muscle contours clear and distinct, his skin fair, wearing an amulet around his neck, nothing seemed related to dirt.
Without minding, he continued to wring out his shirt, then threw it to the ground, letting the shirt pick up the dry grit.
The shirt would be uncomfortable to wear, but it was the only way to keep it dry quickly.
Lu Li took off the two Spirit-Calling Guns and placed them on the protruding rock, then dealt with his trousers in the same way to dry them, before rolling around on the beach a few times to get his body dry.
Putting on clothes that made his skin protest, the temperature was no longer falling away. Lu Li felt his body temperature gradually recovering. However, in at most half an hour, he would have to take them off to remove the grit, or he might chafe his skin.
He looked at the palm of his hand again, the edges of the wound swollen white from soaking, a sandpaper-like sting coming from the wound.
