A stick of incense later.
A thousand miles away from Qinghe City, in a dense forest by a small stream.
"Taoist Friend Zhu, have some water."
"Thank you."
"Little Sister Wei Wan, you should drink some too."
"Thank you, Sister."
"Senior Brother Ming, there's still water here, have a drink? Senior Brother Ming!"
Wei Wan handed over water pouches to Zhu Lin and Wei Wan and then shouted towards a small grove tens of yards away.
A moment later, a rough voice, awkwardly, responded:
"I-I don't need it!"
Su Xin walked over with a water pouch, softly saying, "Senior Brother Ming, don't be shy, desperate times call for desperate measures; none of us will laugh at you."
"Really?"
"Really!"
Hearing Su Xin's assurance, the forest shook for a moment, and finally, a burly man in a long dress emerged.
His build was so large and muscular that the long dress, despite being tall and slender, was too small for him, with many areas tightly hugging his muscles, outlining them very clearly.
