That usually icy expression of his could not help softening, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. Then, perfectly composed, he looked at Qin Xi and said, "I never expected your disguise skills to be so uncanny. Looking at you now, you really do have a bit of a farmer's air."
Qin Xi felt that his disguise this time had been extremely successful, so he paid no attention to Ancestor Hongjun's teasing.
He looked at Ancestor Hongjun again. Ancestor Hongjun was already the older-looking one to begin with, and this time he had taken off that entire outfit of his. The ethereal, immortal bearing he used to have was completely gone; instead, he looked like an old man.
He looked at Ancestor Hongjun and said, "Your outfit is really quite good too."
As the two of them spoke, they both began to laugh.
Daoist Yangmei, standing beside them, was very unhappy as he looked at the tattered, ragged clothes he was wearing.
He walked over while touching the clothes on his body and said to them, "Are you making me wear this so I can act as a refugee, or so I can act as a beggar?"
When he said this, everyone turned to look in his direction.
Di Qun was truly rather embarrassed. She touched her nose, looked at Daoist Yangmei, and said, "There's nothing we could do. The clothes for the different kinds of people we wanted were really rather limited, and this really was an outfit bought off a beggar."
Hearing Di Qun's explanation, Daoist Yangmei could not help the corner of his mouth twitching. Was his luck really that good? Everyone had just casually gone in, picked up a bundle of clothes, and put it on, yet he had ended up grabbing a beggar's clothes.
But