Chen Ye ignored Wei Changsheng's protests and stripped him bare from head to toe, not even sparing his shoes, leaving him only a single inner robe to cover himself.
Only after confirming that there was nothing valuable left on him... no, only after confirming that there were no longer any magical artifacts capable of posing a threat did Chen Ye smile and say, "Please don't misunderstand, Fellow Daoist. I'm merely ensuring my own safety."
Wei Changsheng's face was full of humiliation. He glared at Chen Ye with such bitter hatred that it seemed he wished to imprint Chen Ye's face upon his soul, so that even if he became a vengeful ghost, he could seek his life!
"It seems Fellow Daoist misunderstands me deeply."
As Chen Ye spoke, he reached out again, frightening Wei Changsheng into shouting, "Stop! I only have this one left! It truly isn't a magical artifact, just silk! You might as well give me a quick death!"
With only that single inner robe left on him, if it came off too, he would truly be stark naked—utterly improper.
If he was really stripped naked and tied up, he might as well smash his head against something and die here.
Chen Ye shook his head. How could one value face more than life? Did cultivators not cultivate precisely for immortality? This was truly putting the cart before the horse. No wonder he had been so easily handled.
Still, Chen Ye had not truly intended to strip him completely. Instead, he helped him to his feet.
Just as Wei Changsheng was at a loss, a brilliant streak of sword light came flying through the night sky.
The moment Wei Changsheng saw it, he became excited.
That was the sword light of the Qinghe Sword Sect. It had to