"You two, go find a place to wash up. You stink."
Ye Tianling frowned.
The ancient latrine was unbelievably foul. Even if he stopped breathing and sealed his pores to block the absorption of the world's energy, he still couldn't stop the putrid stench from actively invading his senses.
Ye Tianling backed away some distance, a look of clear disgust on his face.
"BLEGH—"
Only when Ye Tianling brought it up did Wan Xuegui realize how bad the stench was. This time, he finally couldn't hold it in and began to vomit violently.
...
Wan Xuegui and Que Xinyan spent nearly an hour purging the filth from their bodies with Sword Spirit Power. Then, they spent another hour washing in a pool infused with the world's Spiritual Qi before they finally managed to get the foul stench off themselves.
By the time the two returned, the sky had already grown dark.
"Master, please accept this bow from your disciple, Wan Xuegui."
