Back in Sea City once more, Lin Wan could not help but let out a long breath. The experiences of just one day had made her feel as though a lifetime had passed.
But she quickly recovered and looked Lu Zheng and the three women up and down. "Let's go home and change first, or use an Illusion Art as a disguise?"
"Changing clothes is better. It feels more convenient this way," Lu Zheng said with a smile.
As he spoke, Lu Zheng pulled out a pair of jeans and a hoodie from the bedroom wardrobe and changed in a few quick motions.
Then he removed his hairpin and gave his head a light shake. His hair fell away in clumps until only a little over an inch remained, leaving him with a crisp short hairstyle.
The fallen hair ignited in midair, turning into wisps of green smoke that vanished without a trace.
Lin Wan stared, dumbfounded. "You do this every time you travel through worlds?"
"I used to wear wigs, then I used Illusion Arts. Later, I felt this was more comfortable and natural. Besides, it isn't any trouble," Lu Zheng said, nodding.
Once Lu Zheng's Dao Comprehension had approached five hundred years, he had already been able to control the growth of his hair at will.
As long as he deliberately did not nourish it with spiritual power, it was merely ordinary hair. Cutting it off and growing it back again and again was no burden to Lu Zheng at all.
"Do we need to do that too?" Liu Qingyan asked softly and timidly.
"Of course not. It's very common for women to have long hair, and yours isn't excessively long anyway," Lu Zheng said.
Even in ancient times, people did not completely refrain from cutting their hair.