"Disciple, when facing outsiders, especially the Alien Race, do not tarnish the prestige of our Sword God Palace."
Sword Nine's stern reminder kept echoing in Daoist Wang's ears.
After giving it some thought, Wang Jixuan made a special trip back to Second Base and had Peony pick out an indigo Daoist robe for him. He fastened his hair with a Dao Hairpin, tied on a soft flowing ribbon, and selected a belt ring carved with dragons and phoenixes.
He examined himself in the mirror for a few moments.
His dignity had not improved much, but his looks had risen by an imperceptible amount.
Peony tilted her head beside him and asked, "Boss, are you planning to use your good looks to win Fire God Palace over to our side?"
"Of course not," Wang Jixuan said with an awkward laugh. "The conflicts here cannot be changed by romantic feelings between men and women. Besides, I do not think I possess that degree of male beauty."
"Your charm is actually quite impressive, seriously."
"Adjust your flattery system. It is embarrassing when people hear that."
"That sentence just now belonged to the Humor System."
"Hm?" Wang Jixuan turned and glared at Peony. She giggled, then hurriedly changed the subject.
"Boss, the plan to block the Heavenly Dao has more or less finished its feasibility study. There is one rather critical issue that needs your decision."
Wang Jixuan was in no hurry to head over.
Though he did not know why Fire God Palace had sent people here, he now represented Sword God Palace. Putting on airs and making the Fire God Palace visitors wait a little was not necessarily a bad thing.
Thus, Wang Jixuan sat down in a nearby executive chair and had Peony use illustrations and text to present the entire