Upon hearing Chen Fan's reply, Mu Yunshui finally let out another breath of relief. What she feared most was Chen Fan ignoring her again. If that happened, then even if she recovered from her injuries, she would have no way to leave in her current state.
"Give me a piece of clothing first, and I'll tell you what I know," Mu Yunshui said softly.
Chen Fan frowned slightly at her words but did not answer at once. He turned the Storage Ring on his hand and quietly gazed at the carvings on the Bronze Coffin. In the end, he could only take out the last remaining white robe from Shu Mountain.
Then, with a slight flick of his hand, he tossed the robe directly into the Bronze Coffin!
Soon, a faint rustling sound came from within. Chen Fan knew she was putting on the clothes, so he said nothing more and stood quietly outside the Bronze Coffin, keeping his heart still.
Several breaths later, Mu Yunshui finally finished dressing. The Shu Mountain robe was made for men, yet it did not look loose on her. Instead, it added a touch of heroic spirit to her, giving her an even more intoxicating charm, otherworldly and untainted by dust.
After tidying herself slightly, Mu Yunshui's delicate nose wrinkled faintly. A trace of Chen Fan's scent drifted over, there and gone. Her face flushed slightly, and she looked somewhat unnatural as she guessed that he had worn this robe before. Yet under such special circumstances, she knew a cultivator like Chen Fan would not carry many clothes with him. Having a Shu Mountain robe to wear was already more than enough for her.
At last, she steadied the injuries within her body, suppressed all embarrassment and indignation, and resumed her usual calm expression.