In the city inn.
Looking at Sect Master Qian Yuan, who was gasping for breath in front of him.
Ye Luo felt speechless.
The once owner of the Holy Ground of the Eastern State might not have cultivation levels, but he surely had to be stronger than the average person.
To "fetch" an article of clothing and still get caught.
And to be chased and beaten by a group of people.
If it weren't for his intervention, who knows what would have happened.
With that thought, Ye Luo couldn't help but shake his head in resignation.
"Sect Master Qian Yuan, since we can't get the clothes, why don't we head to the border of East State right now?"
Ye Luo suggested.
As soon as he spoke, Sect Master Qian Yuan quickly shook his head.
He glanced down at his own clothing.
The thought of going out in these tattered garments was truly frustrating for him.
"No, that won't do. How about you, Young Friend Ye, go on my behalf?"
