After Han Xuhan made his proposal, a grave silence fell over their surroundings.
Xuanyuan Zhou had gone stock still from shock. Mu Ran looked dazed beyond conscious thoughts. Qian Yun's body was shivering nonstop because of the effort going behind restraining his laughter.
Their 'newly acquired helpers' were staring at Han Xuhan with their mouths agape. Among the five of them, two were girls, and both had looks of abject horror etched on their faces.
"Let's do what, Xuhan?" Xuanyuan Zhou asked, a cold undertone surfacing in her voice. She even forgot to address him the way she preferred to.
"I said, we should take our clothes off and exchange them. After all, it's best to keep our original identity secret. If we change our attire and impersonate disciples from random sects every time we meet new opponents, no one will be able to figure out our real origin, even if they know our names.
