C1105 That Was All There Was to It

His face was covered with scratches from the thorn trees, and his pack was covered with a variety of blades of grass. His bare arms were covered with cuts and scratches, as if he had fallen in the mountains and probably rolled down them.

Seeing this guy in such a sorry state, some people around him laughed!

Zhang Fann then looked at the others.

Other than Chen Ailing, who was unharmed