"Lord Taoist..."
Chi Wu's face was slightly flushed. She lowered her head, her voice murmuring, not daring to look directly at the strong frame etched like a sculpture before her.
"Straighten my robe."
Lu Yuzhen left the Longevity Pool, raising both hands. Chi Wu hurriedly followed, taking out the White Paper Daoist robe and inner garment, meticulously dressing the Daoist Lord.
Moments later, Lu Yuzhen donned the cloak once more.
The tragic battle of the White Paper Barrier seemed never to have occurred.
Although at this moment, his blood-stained face appeared slightly pale.
Yet the bloodstained waters of the Longevity Pool were no longer relevant to his clean attire... The white paper was like snow, fluttering with the cloak, rustling in the wind.
Chi Wu stood respectfully to the side, her eyes full of joy as she looked at the man before her, this was the true Daoist Lord of the Paperman Sect.
"Always staying under the Pure White Mountain, you must feel bored, right?"
