"You're not hurt, are you?"
"Young brother!"
Drip-dropping water from his straw raincoat, his slanted bamboo hat, lips red as if painted, eyes black as lacquer, his face as exquisite as sculpted jade, bearing a natural and outspoken demeanor, clad in an indigo cross-collared robe, one hand holding a treasured sword, the other extended.
The direction of the extended hand was toward Chen Yuan!
Chen Yuan didn't know how to describe the situation at the moment, only feeling that this desolate temple was like a fixed instance, with more and more people getting involved.
After a long silence, he thought about it and still reached out his hand to grasp the other's.
Such an astonishing character making an entrance, if he did not cooperate, wouldn't it diminish the brilliance?
He got up casually and cupped his fist in gratitude, "Thank you, brother!"
"You're welcome!" The man thought Chen Yuan was startled, which caused the delay, and did not take it to heart.
