Qin Yan came to the table in the center of the hall and saw two sets of White Mystic Robes laid out neatly on top.
Their pure white base was as clean as fresh snow, without a trace of any other color.
The robes were embroidered with cloud-like patterns. The silver-white cloud motifs gleamed softly in the faint light, neither ostentatious nor lacking in elegance.
Qin Yan reached out, picked up one set, and examined it carefully before entering the bedroom to change into his new clothes.
A moment later, Qin Yan emerged from the bedroom.
The White Mystic Robe fit closely against his body, making his already upright figure appear even more valiant.
The robe was tailored perfectly. It neither restricted his movements nor appeared loose and baggy.
The silver-white cloud patterns flickered in and out of view along the hem and cuffs, swaying gently with his movements as though clouds and mist truly coiled around him.
"This robe is pretty comfortable to wear."
Qin Yan moved around a little, stretching his arms, twisting his waist, kicking his legs, and bending over. Every movement flowed naturally and freely.
He also discovered that faint patterns on the robe were glimmering softly.
They resembled the markings of some kind of Formation, winding and flowing across the robe as they emitted a faint spiritual glow.
Qin Yan tried circulating a wisp of True Qi and lightly striking the robe.
The patterns on the robe's surface instantly lit up, forming a thin spiritual barrier that dissipated most of that wisp of True Qi.
Though its defensive effect was not great, weakening attacks by only around ten percent, it was already quite impressive for an everyday robe.
After all, this was neither a defensive Spirit Weapon nor some precious suit of armor. It was