Zhang Chulan stood up again, feeling refreshed but a bit sticky and emitting a somewhat unpleasant sweat odor.
"Quite a lot of impurities in your body?" Yuyan glanced at the iron fan, and with a gentle wave of her fan, the dirt on Zhang Chulan's body instantly disappeared, leaving him exceptionally clean, though his hair stuck straight back.
"Thank you, fairy sister," Zhang Chulan didn't mind, slowly combing his hair and retied it into a small ponytail, "My master is over a hundred years old now, and I don't know how many good years he has left. Can't he really meet a true deity?"
"The great king is usually very busy. It's not that you can meet him whenever you want," Yuyan said while picking a slice of watermelon with a toothpick and popping it into her mouth.
Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly said, "Aren't we from another world? My master is a big shot in the cultivation world there, a top-notch expert, second to none."
