"Ah?"
Upon hearing these words, Zhang Fei Xuan was startled for a moment and formed a Dharma Seal with his hands, conjuring an illusory round mirror. His face was reflected in the mirror as he looked left and right, questioning, "Not at all?"
Only then did he notice the mud smeared on his face and immediately made a disgusted expression. He used his hands to scrape off the mud from his face and took the handkerchief from his waist, rubbing his face furiously with it.
Song Yin smiled and asked, "Where are the third junior brothers?"
"I don't know..."
Zhang Fei Xuan wiped his face again, took another look in the mirror, and although his face was still dirty, it was much cleaner than before. He said, "I told them to go ahead earlier."
"Elder brother, we're here, right here!"
He had just finished speaking when voices sounded from the doorway.
Wang Qizheng burst in with Gao Sishu, the former looking excited, while the latter seemed a bit stunned.
