For cultivators, appearance did not matter.
Take Yao Lao, for example.
At the moment, he was indeed covered in dust.
His blue-white alchemist's robe was stained with quite a bit of dirt as well.
But with a sweep of Dou Qi,
be it mud, clumps of earth,
or even dust,
all of it was shaken off.
So, although he was somewhat surprised by Lu Yuan's arrival, Yao Lao was not embarrassed by his appearance. Besides, while he was not Lu Yuan's Master, he was still his teacher. Coupled with his relationship with Xiao Yan, embarrassment was simply not an emotion he could possibly feel.
Thus, the moment he took a step forward,
Yao Lao shattered the void.
He teleported in front of Lu Yuan and Mu Qingluan.
And the instant he arrived before them and left the Medicine Field,
he made a few adjustments to his appearance.
Then, without standing on ceremony, he laughed. "What day is it today? Even someone like you, who's always nowhere to be found, has come back. How long are you planning to stay this time? Speaking of which, Xiao Yanzi was talking about you the other day. Of course, not about anything else—mainly about your Confidantes. You have no idea how fiercely those girls have been fighting!"
Although they had not seen each other for a long time,
that sense of familiarity had not changed much.
Of course,
it also had something to do with Yao Lao's personality.
If Yao Lao was ninety percent steady and composed, then the remaining ten percent of frivolity was definitely invested in watching drama and enjoying gossip. Though some dramas could bring trouble afterward, watching his disciples' wives compete for favor and get jealous was undeniably rather entertaining. Besides, constrained by his status, there was no problem as