Meng Jingzhou watched Lu Yang pull out a gigantic set of clothes, question marks filling his head.
Where in the world had you gotten a set of clothes like that?
"Ahem. I spent many days cultivating with single-minded devotion and poured countless hours of effort into crafting this supreme treasure robe. Your Dharma Idol looks bad with its butt hanging out, so I specially made this for it to wear."
In reality, after Lu Yang discovered that Sleeve Universe made clothes grow larger, he'd kept practicing the art, trying to shrink them back down. He wanted to master the true Sleeve Universe.
He hadn't learned the real Sleeve Universe, but he'd discovered that after making his clothes grow larger over and over, he couldn't shrink them back down anymore.
Lu Yang had no use for clothes that big, so he might as well let his good buddy have them.
Meng Jingzhou rolled his eyes. He'd be a fool to believe a word of that.
Still, there was no harm in putting the clothes on.
Meng Jingzhou had his Dharma Idol put them on. They actually fit pretty well.
The Dharma Idol had once looked imposing, shield in one hand and halberd in the other. With the clothes on, it gained a few scholarly airs, like a bookish scholar marching off to battle.
Terrifying Pure Yang flames danced across the Supreme Pure Yang Dharma Idol's body. A single wisp could burn a horde of little ghosts to death. Its power was fearsome, and ordinary clothes would turn to ash in an instant if they touched it.
But how could Lu Yang's clothes be ordinary? They were impervious to blades and spears, water and fire, and they didn't fear the Pure Yang flames.
All things considered, Lu Yang had given them to