"Uh, Master, what… happened to you?"
Although Yang Guangfu and Qin Shizhong sensed the movements of their unsupportive martial brothers behind them, the two of them were too close to do the same. Yang Guangfu had no choice but to brace himself and ask.
In their eyes, Zhang Deming's current look was exceptionally unique—so unique it was an eyesore.
The hair on the back of his head was standing on end as if from an explosion… No… "standing on end" wasn't the right word. It was more like it had been blown wide open.
After all, "standing on end" implies a single direction, whereas his hair had blasted outwards in every direction. And that was the least striking part of his current appearance.
The most striking part was everything below his neck. His upper and lower body were covered by nothing more than two dangling scraps of cloth, with the pale skin of his back faintly visible. The entire ensemble was utterly bizarre and painful to look at.
