C152 Eighteen Continents

Bai Shu's body was rigid with shock. Glancing down, he noticed that his robes had been reduced to tatters, yet the floral underpants clung to him unscathed, as if they were fused to his skin.

"This is a superior yellow-rank magical artifact!" Bai Shu fumed with embarrassment. "Calling them underpants? You clearly lack discernment."

He attempted to bluff his way out of the situation