Those "sallow and emaciated, tattered in rags" disciples untied their bonds one after another, all beaming as they clustered in groups of three or five to excitedly discuss the treasures just donated by the major sects.
"Splash!"
Zhao Jinlou was the first one who couldn't hold back, plunging fiercely into the lake like a stranded whale and kicking up water three feet high. While vigorously scrubbing the thick layer of pot soot off his face with lake water, he cursed at the top of his lungs: "I was suffocating! In all my life, I, Zhao Jinlou, have never been so aggrieved!"
Chapter 218