C292 The Support of the Green Lotus Sword Sect

After spending the better part of the morning, Shen Wuyou finally managed to wash away the grime that clung to him. Dong'er had taken scissors to his waist-length hair, leaving it considerably shorter, but her handiwork left much to be desired. It looked as though a dog had chewed on it. With no other choice, Shen Wuyou resigned himself to tying it back and letting it cascade down his back