In the end, Lu PingAn still hadn't gone so far as to force Senior Brother Guan to dress as a woman for work.
It wasn't that Old Guan was truly that resistant, but—
"Misstep. Dressing as a woman alone is meaningless."
The Featherfolk weren't mammals like humans. In many ways, they were closer to birds. They didn't identify one another merely by looking at faces. At the very least, faces weren't their first priority.
"What if we dyed all the feathers?"
"Uh, the body shape is way too different too. I never knew there could be such differences in curves."
"Forget it. This is hopeless."
The Black Feather Clan all looked like indistinct masses of black at first glance, but once their feathers were actually examined, the differences became obvious.
Male feathers were not only longer and larger, but also possessed a distinct sheen under sunlight. In that regard, Lu PingAn, brimming with life force, stood out especially clearly.
The colors of their feathers were, in truth, this race's real "beauty." And that was something paint and disguises alone could never replicate.
When they looked at one another, they first examined feathers and body shape, then faces.
In the end, Lu PingAn could only abandon the idea and let Miss Rou handle things herself.
But considering her poor combat ability, Lu PingAn had her bring Ajiu along.
Ajiu, a peculiar lifeform that could "disappear" at any time, could be useful here as well. Best of all, even if it was forced to act, its obvious beastly form wouldn't draw suspicion at the level of espionage.
It was worth mentioning that among Lu PingAn's "magic pets," the one that had improved the most in this world was also Ajiu, which was still in its growth stage.
Of course, that was mainly