Yi Chen hadn't expected such an unexpected gain on his journey, and after pondering for a while, he pushed the matter to the back of his mind, sensing that this affair might bring some trouble.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for saving my life."
"I wonder if you have any spare clothing to share with Shanglin Shuixin?"
After Yi Chen effortlessly dispatched the Black Mountain Three Fiends, the magical ropes binding Shanglin Shuixin became ineffective, sliding off like a dead snake, allowing her to break free.
Shanglin Shuixin's face flushed with embarrassment, her jade arms crossed in front of her, for she truly had no spare clothes in her storage ring.
Just then, a deep shadow suddenly enveloped her figure.
"Miss, do you have some misunderstanding about me, Zhang San?"
"Me killing those three has nothing to do with you."
