Credit where it was due, the multifunctional gloves that Ma Zibin had developed were truly handy. They were perfect for climbing and navigating rocky terrain.0

Unfortunately, Wang Sheng's Daoist robe was already in tatters by the time he had reached the Sword Peak, and during his descent, he kept rubbing against the cliff wall nonstop. By the time he finally leaped to the ground, his robe and training attire had been practically ruined.0

Revealing that artifact in public was rather inappropriate. Fortunately, Wang Sheng had the foresight to descend from the cliff behind the entrance of the Seventy-Two Swords. On the way down, he had found a secluded spot to remove his Daoist robe and tie it around his waist before heading toward the sword sect's main hall.0

Going around the mountain ridge, he came upon a spring-fed pool. The water was crystal clear and quite pleasing to the eye. He gave himself a thorough rinse to wash off the grime, then circulated his true essence to dry his hair. After that, he put on clean clothes.  0

He had just taken a few steps when he saw a sign.0

Water for daily use. Please do not pollute.0

Uh…0

Confirming that no one was around, he quickly made his exit. 1

The Shu Sword Sect had stationed disciples...0