"Kerchoo!"
Yang Zhen rubbed his nose and pulled a quilt out from his storage ring to cover himself.
Although at Yang Zhen's level, he no longer feared intense cold, he always felt that something was missing in the dead of winter without a thick quilt — a sort of ritual.
After covering himself with the quilt, he indeed felt much more comfortable and even stopped sneezing.
Curious, Yang Zhen looked at Nine Dragons and asked, "Can you tell me now, traveling all this way just to have me meet some crummy old man?"
Nine Dragons pondered for a moment and said, "No, she is extremely beautiful!"
Yang Zhen shivered, wrapped the quilt tighter around himself, and moved a bit farther from Nine Dragons, giving him a strange look.
An ugly old man being extremely beautiful — that was a downright chilling picture to imagine.
Seeing the cheeky look on Nine Dragons' face, Yang Zhen seriously questioned if Nine Dragons had some issues with his preferences.
