Ranting

Even if Mr. Mu had not said anything, Yota would never have passed up this opportunity. In terms of value, the Bronze Saint Cloths of the Bronze Five definitely surpassed ordinary Silver Saint Cloths, especially the Pegasus Saint Cloth. After the efforts of generations of Pegasus Saints, its foundation was terrifyingly profound. Among the eighty-eight Constellation Saint Cloths, it was unquestionably among the very best.

As he thought this, Yota set aside what he was doing and followed Mr. Mu outside. "Repairing actual Saint Cloths? I'd like to take a look."

Mr. Mu glanced back at Yota, his lips twitching. "Um, Yota... could you perhaps put away that Gold Saint Cloth you're wearing first?"

Yota froze slightly before realizing that, standing beside him in his Gold Saint Cloth, plainly dressed Mr. Mu looked like nothing more than an attendant.

It could not be helped. Gold Saint Cloths were simply too eye-catching, especially in the eyes of Saints. If the two of them went out like this, Shiryu would definitely mistake Yota for Mr. Mu.

Judging by how Mr. Mu kept testing Shiryu while acting all mysterious, he was clearly the reserved show-off type. He did not want to make such a fool of himself while trying to look impressive.

Yota obligingly concealed his Gold Saint Cloth. At the same time, his Cosmo, which had already reached the peak of the Eighth Sense, vanished without a trace. The divine part of his essence, spirit, and vitality—the part representing the soul and mind—was missing a corner. Yota immediately felt his condition plummet, and that sensation of being close to a Silver Superman weakened considerably.

What surprised him, however, was that his Cosmo, which should have been completely imperceptible, truly seemed to have a hazy presence, like flowers glimpsed through mist. Though that