"But we don't have any other jars."
Min Yi spread his hands, indicating this was something they couldn't help. They'd just arrived in Rock City and were still tied up in all sorts of ways—where were they supposed to find clean, unused jars?
Being able to find these wine jars was already pretty good.
"Don't worry, don't worry, they've all been washed clean. I washed them with the people from the Bright Moon Sect at least three times, right?" As he spoke, he even shot a smug look at Second Senior Brother and the others from the Bright Moon Sect.
Only he could have come up with such a good idea. Otherwise, by the time the people from the Bright Moon Sect found clean jars, those ashes would've long since been blown away by the wind, right?
Even if they didn't get blown away, if it suddenly rained one day, they'd be washed clean off the ground.
Once they were put into jars, who cared what kind of jars they were? As long as they could be preserved, it was fine.
