A person's bearing was something difficult to put into words. Take a wealthy man accustomed to a life of luxury: even if you made him go three months without bathing, dressed him in a beggar's rags, and had him sit by the roadside begging alongside a group of beggars, his bearing would still be utterly different from theirs.
A wealthy man knew he was wealthy. So even if he disguised himself as a beggar, he still knew he was wealthy. No matter how well he acted, he would never carry the look of poverty and lowliness.
That was bearing.
As the knights of the Taiyi Mystical Sect entered the great hall of the Black Armor Battle Fortress, the clamor within gradually quieted.
Compared with the knights of the Taiyi Mystical Sect, the other knights in the hall might not have been beggars, but in terms of bearing, they were instantly overshadowed by them.
The Taiyi Mystical Sect knights wore nothing particularly luxurious or high-grade. Many of them were dressed and equipped no differently from ordinary knights. The white-haired, white-bearded old man at the very front of the group even wore nothing more than an utterly plain hemp robe of a simple color. Yet these people carried an aura of lofty transcendence, something utterly removed from the mundane world.
The entire Taiyi Mystical Sect party merely entered in silence. Their formation was neither especially orderly nor disorderly. Each person wore a calm, composed, tranquil expression. As they walked into the Black Armor Battle Fortress's hall, they gave the impression of sweet, crystalline snowmelt flowing down from lofty snow-capped mountains and pouring into the murky river of worldly life.
There were over thirty knights in the Taiyi Mystical Sect party, and Lan Yunxi walked in the middle of them.
Lan Yunxi wore