Your Clothes Are Not Bad

Song Shi was fine from the fall. He was just grimacing in pain.

He stood up with his face covered in dirt and dust. He held the back of his head and said, "It's not safe to ride a sword. It's easy to make my family cry."

Fortunately, his body was strong. Otherwise, he would have fallen to his death from such a high height.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen an Immortal Cultivator make a mistake while riding a sword?"

He suddenly turned his head and glared at the bushes.

An old farmer who was cutting trees in the mountains was squatting there and peeking curiously.

"I'm ignorant. Please forgive me, Immortal!" The old farmer was so frightened that he threw away his chopper and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy.

"There's nothing to forgive. This broken tree is for you."

Song Shi waved his hand and left awkwardly.