Miao Yi was surprised. Then he realized Luo Shuangfei’s storage ring was still in his hands. He took a few clothes out of his storage ring and tossed them over.
On catching his clothes, Luo Shuangfei turned and ran off to hide behind a giant boulder by the river. Rustling noises were immediately audible.
By the time he came out from behind the boulder, he had completely recovered from his previously scruffy appearance. The wound on his fair neck was already healed, and only a scab remained.
With only the items he had in hand and his storage ring already taken away, Miao Yi had no idea how he managed to heal his wound so quickly.
As though thinking of something, Luo Shuangfei was repeatedly biting his lips, when he heard a sudden commotion. He lifted his head to look.
He watched as Miao Yi swung his arm around, and dropped the branches from the river bank onto the smoldering bonfire. The flames then slowly grew larger again.
