"Damn it!"
At this moment, Elder Jian suddenly exclaimed, giving everyone a start.
"Yang Zhen, why is the Third Saintess wearing your clothes?"
Why is she wearing my clothes?
Doesn't that go without saying?
Of course, it's because her clothes were ripped!
Yang Zhen looked contemptuously at Elder Jian, thinking Yaochi Holy Land was really poor. How could they not prepare extra clothes for such a dangerous event?
Luckily, this Sao Saint's clothes were always getting torn, so he had prepared a storage ring full of clothes.
Despite the immense pain coursing through his body, the terrorizing power endlessly wreaking havoc in his meridians, Yang Zhen kept a nonchalant expression. He slowly stood up, greeted Elder Jian politely, and asked, "What is your respected name, senior?"
Elder Jian harrumphed and said, "You can call me Elder Jian, Bah, forget these useless formalities. I want to know why the Third Saintess is wearing your clothes."
