No matter how sound Xu Yi's theory about bearing was, the saying "clothes make the man, just as gold adorns the Buddha" was, to a great extent, absolutely true.
His outfit was clearly made of exquisite materials, lavish beyond compare. More remarkably, it fit him perfectly, plainly having been prepared with great care.
Xuan Lengyan circled him, sizing him up as if he were a work of art. Suddenly, her gaze fixed on his head. She rested her delicate jade hand against her pointed chin, then actually reached out and touched him.
Xu Yi had only just thought to resist when she rapped him on the head. In the next instant, his full head of black hair fell into Xuan Lengyan's clutches.
In no time, Xuan Lengyan had fastened a golden crown in his hair and trimmed his unruly sideburns.
Once she had finished tidying him up, Xuan Lengyan stepped back and scrutinized him for a moment before smiling with satisfaction. "Not bad. You've got good raw material. Cleaned up like this, you almost look like a person."
Xu Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Xuan Lengyan waved her hand, and an image of him appeared before them, his reflection clear within it.
Xu Yi glanced at it, then decided he didn't want to look anymore.
He really didn't know how to describe the person in the image. If he had to, he'd say that if he ever ran into a fellow like that, his palms would itch to give him a beating.
Xuan Lengyan dispersed the image and said, "Remember who you are now: Young Master Yiling, from the Ancient Lands. As for the rest of your background, make it up as you please. If anyone gets suspicious, just conjure a couple of sparks to fob them