Dawn was just breaking when Master Yi Chen, who had just turned seventeen not long ago, left the gates of Sea Fragrance Garden with a darkened face.
Equally grim-faced was Lower Corpse God Peng Jiao residing within his Sea of Consciousness.
"Host, are you trying to dupe your Master Peng Jiao like this?"
A grey little figure began to grumble in Yi Chen's head, as if he had suffered immense humiliation.
"Cut the crap, did Taoist Priest give you too much face today, Peng Jiao? Who do you think you are to me!"
"Don't you have a clue how many steel coins are in my pocket? Those two Red Jade Coins were absorbed by me, leaving only a dozen or so white Jade Coins as capital. A foot wash is all we can afford, what more do you want?"
"You previously said, as long as there's contact with the opposite sex, a little rub is enough. Doesn't a foot wash meet your standards?"
