Han Yu ultimately couldn't stop the other's enthusiasm.
The old man loosened his belt, holding his pants with one hand and a thin string with the other.
"This thing is called the 'Calming String,' which, once worn, clears the mind and eliminates desires."
This item is also a great treasure for cultivators who are wholeheartedly pursuing their spiritual cultivation.
Pants up, belt tied, recognizing no one but cultivation.
The usually quiet Sea of Consciousness finally burst into laughter.
Even though he couldn't see inside, Han Yu already imagined a certain mischievous person desperately holding their mouth, unable to contain their laughter.
This thing is perfect for Han Yu; in some ways, it can suppress certain thoughts he has about women with unique physiques.
Han Yu blackened his face. That was long ago; every boy has a restless phase.
Besides, this string is useless to him; he doesn't need spiritual cultivation; in his hands, it's really just a belt.
