"Come here."
"Eh?"
"Come here."
"Oh."
Walking up, Di Tou moved to An Yang's side, and An Yang said, "Alright, take it off."
"Take it off…"
An Yang pointed at Di Tou's clothing and furrowed his brows, "If you don't take off your clothes, how will I help adjust the sword for your stature."
Hearing this, Di Tou realized what was going on, and after a moment of hesitation, he still didn't take off his clothes. Instead, he said, "Well, about this… due to some reasons, there's a good chance that my stature will shift a bit here and there, so…"
A frown appeared on his face, An Yang sighed and said, "That's fine. Take off your clothes."
Letting out a cough, Di Tou desperately tried to make eye contact with Wu Kong past An Yang, only to find that Wu Kong was turning his head away and whistling. Letting out a string of cusses in his mind, Di Tou turned back to An Yang and said, "Thi-"
