Lu Yang hesitated, wanting to say that the imperial robe looked a little strange.
"Immortal Fairy, are you sure you embroidered yourself and Eldest Senior Sister on the imperial robe?" Lu Yang stared at it, genuinely unsure who the two people on it were supposed to be.
"Of course. Their names are written right there." The Undying Fairy pointed to two spots on the robe.
Lu Yang thought, Thank goodness you wrote their names. Otherwise, even if you said you'd embroidered me and Old Meng on the robe, I'd have believed you.
"Didn't you say it yourself, Little Yang? The imperial robe has always been embroidered with the strongest people. And who could be stronger than me and Yun Girl in the cultivation world today?" The Undying Fairy puffed out her chest, pride written all over her face and voice.
"...Why do you call me Little Yang?"
The Undying Fairy looked utterly perplexed. "What's the problem? I heard emperors all call the people around them that."
Lu Yang: "..."
Forget it. There was no need to explain something so complicated to the Immortal Fairy.
"Then how about I make a few small changes to the embroidery of you and Eldest Senior Sister?" Lu Yang couldn't bear to look at the figures on the robe.
"Sure." The Undying Fairy immediately took off the robe and tossed it to Lu Yang. Then, barefoot, she scampered around the hall in circles.
Lu Yang conjured gold and silver thread with his thoughts, threaded a needle, and set to work. The Undying Fairy's exquisite, peerlessly beautiful face soon appeared on the imperial robe.
"Oh? You really are a tiny bit better than me." For once, the Undying Fairy admitted Lu Yang had surpassed her.
Lu Yang remained unmoved by praise or disgrace and continued embroidering