"After all, that eunuch was so scared he couldn't even control himself."
After hearing Li Xue's words, Sun Hongyu could only speak helplessly.
Then they noticed that Immortal Lord Miaoyi and Li Changsheng seemed to be saying something to the king and that eunuch.
They also saw their master take out his magical artifact, carrying the king and Wang Shun on it.
But seeing that they had stopped in midair instead of continuing to fly, they were puzzled.
So Li Xue and Sun Hongyu wanted to fly back and see what was going on. Immortal Lord Miaoyi had even taken out his magical artifact.
He had lifted those two mortals up, so why were they still not flying forward?
Immortal Lord Miaoyi had also noticed it. Embarrassed, Wang Shun immediately fell silent.
Immortal Lord Miaoyi had not meant to say it just now. He had simply seen Wang Shun wet himself and blurted it out.
Li Changsheng also saw Wang Shun, who had wet his pants, covering his face.
Like a turtle hiding in its shell, he thought, If I can't see you, then you can't see me either.
Li Changsheng was helpless too. Wang Shun truly had been terrified, so Li Changsheng immediately cast his magic onto Wang Shun's wet pants.
This technique was the Dust Clearing Art.
Very quickly, Wang Shun's pants became completely dry, without even the slightest foul smell.
Still hiding like a turtle, Wang Shun could feel that his crotch was wet and sticky, making him extremely uncomfortable.
He could also smell that foul, pungent stench. Wang Shun was so ashamed that he nearly cried.
But there was nothing he could do. He truly had been scared half to death just now.
How could he have paid attention to whether he had wet his pants?