"Compare my ass! I wear tiger armor—it means I'm a sharp sword of the Imperial Dynasty. It's an honor!"
Li Tianming did not care in the slightest. Now that he had seen much of the world, clothes, taste, wealth... all those tools and objects used to flaunt one's identity, status, and class were passing clouds in his eyes, not worth mentioning.
Of course, that was also because he held the Eastern Emperor Sword and Supreme Unity Tower, with one Grand Unity Mountain Spirit and two Chaos Sword Princesses thrown in—three beauties accompanying him to usher in prosperity. In terms of "equipment," he was already at the very pinnacle of the age. These two ancestral divine artifacts were still incomplete, and at present, only three layers of their power had been unlocked. They still had enormous room to grow.
With these two things, who would care about some Luanfeng Eight-Direction Sword or Origin Hao Heaven Robe?
Eonic artifacts were not automatically impressive just because their names had more words!
He wore this common soldier's tiger armor, blessed by the aura of a soldier. If they truly compared bearing, casting aside worldly prejudices, even this "Wen Xinyi" could not compare to him.
The innate imperial bearing he possessed now—calm and natural, unmoving as a mountain, sunny and unrestrained, imperial majesty and imperial wrath... no one could blacken it even if they tried.
That was probably what people like Yang Mianmian found so conflicted in their hearts.
If Li Tianming truly had no bearing at all and looked low-class at a glance, she definitely would not be able to stand walking the same path as him... The fact that she could endure it now already showed that, deep down, she could not disparage Li Tianming's appearance and bearing.
"Let's go."
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