If it wasn't for Jiang Lu noticing the current state of his body, he might have thought that the Queen Mother of the West had gone north to improve her spiritual power.
It was really hard not to doubt her content, with such descriptive words coming out of her mouth.
But one couldn't really blame the Queen Mother of the West for speaking in riddles, because she was just describing what she saw.
The word "sticky" was not an adjective to her but a state Jiang Lu was in—
With sweat on his chest and back that had yet to dry, but not enough to form streams running down, it just smeared on the skin, seemingly making it look glistening and moist while it actually resembled the transparent glue on the surface of a fly-paper, which felt like it could string together at the slightest touch.
The sweaty condition was somewhat understandable, but what was truly baffling was his lower body.