"Then, two pieces."
Little Raccoon's paw moved, and the Mixu Talisman instantly became two.
Eleventh Senior Brother: ...
Get to work right away.
He summoned the Golden Wheel and struck at the serpent's body with a loud clang. Bright red blood spilled everywhere, making Eleventh Senior Brother look like a terrifying executioner.
"Done."
Eleventh Senior Brother pulled out a rag to wipe himself, then noticed Little Raccoon's sky-blue floral-patterned handkerchief in her hand and grabbed it to clean the newly acquired Magic Treasure, the Golden Wheel.
Using her handkerchief to wipe the sword, using a towel dirtier than a foot cloth to wipe his face?
Jia Xitong looked at the reclaimed gray towel, stiff as dried fish skin.
"Alright, let's pack these up."
Eleventh Senior Brother didn't notice these little details; the two had already fallen behind the main group because of the Black Flood Dragon. They needed to finish up quickly and catch up.
