"What're glasses?"
The practitioner looked baffled at Yang Zhen, like he was looking at an idiot. Then his eyes suddenly widened, pointing at Yang Zhen and trembling said, "Strip... Stripping clothes, are you Yang 'Strip' Zhen?"
Yang Zhen slapped the practitioner's head impatiently and said, "Who permitted you to change my name? My name is Yang Zhen, not Yang 'Strip' Zhen."
The practitioner lying on the ground almost cried, removing his clothes while wiping away tears, like a greatly wronged little maiden.
"Yang Zhen, I can give you the clothes, can I keep the ginseng?"
"What's your name?"
"Me?" The practitioner looked confused, hurriedly replied, "My name is Liu You!"
"Leaking oil?" After hearing this, Yang Zhen laughed heartily, picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on, and turned to leave, "Good name, you really are a talent, practice well, make a name for yourself in Nether State!"
