Dirty, way too dirty!
He needed to go home immediately for a proper wash and clean up his body.
When he came out, Hei Ao saw Zuo Lu crouched in front of Fang Yu, poking at an empty hole with his finger.
Hei Ao's face turned dark.
"Hey!"
Fang Yu and Zuo Lu both turned their heads.
"Not talking to you, I'm asking the guy with the surname Diao, what kind of Cultivation Technique have you been practicing?"
"Secret."
Fang Yu said.
Hei Ao huffed coldly.
"Hmph! Never mind, I must admit, I underestimated you earlier."
"You go back and try to block that hole, and recover quickly."
"Once my wounds are healed, I will come and fight you again."
Hei Ao wasn't worried about Fang Yu running away.
The monk can run but the temple can't.
Each household in the Foolish Underworld has documented records.
But Fang Yu shook his head vigorously like a rattle drum.
"No fighting, I'm no match for you."
