Why Did You Change Your Pants, Xiaosan?

Pushing aside a layer of undergrowth, Zhao Wuji shouted at the top of his lungs, "Boss, I'm back! Take a look at who these people behind me are!"

Flender, who had been inspecting the spoils, turned around. The Soul Beast meat he had just cut fell to the ground, and he muttered in disbelief,

"Erlong, and Brock Jr.—it's actually you two!"

The three friends who had not seen each other in years quickly embraced. Just as Flender was about to ask something, he noticed that Yu Xiaogang seemed a little off.

"Brock Jr., what's wrong with you? You look a little pale, and why are your legs trembling?"

Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "I'm just a little tired from walking. It's nothing!"

After all, Yu Xiaogang was an adult. He had suffered many setbacks in his youth, so his mental fortitude was fairly good—at the very least, a little stronger than that person behind him.

Tang San silently walked into the nearby bushes. What he had gone through was far more miserable and painful than Yu Xiaogang's experience. Now, at the sight of the massive wolf corpse not far away, his lower body had an uncontrollable psychological reaction.

That was right—Tang San had accidentally wet his pants. What he needed to do now was quickly change into a new pair before the others noticed.

The three who had reunited after a long separation had a good talk and told one another about their circumstances.

Flender patted his good brother on the shoulder and asked excitedly, "Brock Jr., you really broke through level thirty!"

Yu Xiaogang smiled and nodded, a faint pride at the corner of his lips.

Only Zhao Wuji, standing nearby, felt disdainful. So what if he had broken through level thirty? At his age, was that even worth