Not only did Wang Chongxiao's spear and golden armor get looted.
The hair crown on his head, the pendant on his neck, and the beads on his hand were all taken away.
What left Jiang Fan speechless the most.
Was that Wang Chongxiao's clothes were stripped clean by the Six-Path Master!
Bare all over, only a pair of shorts left.
"Hey, haven't you looted anyone in eight hundred years?"
"Only leaving someone a pair of shorts?"
Jiang Fan said in astonishment.
The Six-Path Master chuckled:
"At least I left him a pair of shorts."
"When you loot, you don't even spare women's lingerie."
Jiang Fan's old face turned red.
He remembered when he looted Mu Ziyu once, he accidentally pulled away her lingerie.
This old man knows these embarrassing things he did better than anyone else.
"Ahem!"
"You're getting old, your memory's bad, you've got the wrong person."
He walked to Wang Chongxiao, gazing into his body.
Preparing to find that mysterious eye defying the heavens inside him.
