The issue of the Ninth Layer of Mortal Transcendence left Feng Jun somewhat embarrassed... How was he supposed to explain that?
So he coughed dryly. "As for... the matter of coming and going, you two needn't discuss it."
When he refused to explain, the two of them instead nodded thoughtfully and asked no more questions.
Feng Jun was used to making others fill in the blanks themselves, so he paid it no mind. He then led the two of them to the tidied-up factory building.
Yang Yuxin was wandering around by the entrance. When she saw him, she could not help complaining, "Where did you go... Huh, why are there two Daoists?"
The two kept their expressions unchanged, but their hearts were pounding. So these really were Secret Realm natives. Their attire was different, and they could not understand what they were saying.
But why... were these natives dressed rather nicely too?
I don't want this either, Feng Jun thought with a bitter smile. If he could have dressed the two of them like ordinary people, would he have needed to give them Daoist robes?
In the end, it was still the issue of customs across planes—their hairstyles were wrong!
Both had long hair that could hang all the way to the ground. He estimated that if he wanted them to cut it, he would have to resort to force—after all, they believed that one's body and hair were bestowed by one's parents.
He was not afraid of taking forceful measures, nor did he lack the strength to do so. But if that happened, it would cause trouble again when they returned to the Phone Plane. It would be all too easy for others to notice.
After thinking it over, he could only have them wear Daoist robes—Daoists having somewhat