Tonight

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect guest quarters.

Zhou Qiubai stood before the bronze mirror in the guest quarters, lowering his head to inspect the new robe he had changed into.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. As expected of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—they really were rich.

Never mind the material; just the texture alone looked far superior to what he used to wear, exuding an understated luxury.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's tailors are astonishingly skilled," he muttered to himself with heartfelt admiration.

A bolt of cloth like this was worth far more than a thousand gold coins—likely even ten thousand.

Back when he wore cloth that cost five hundred gold coins a bolt, he had considered it extravagant. Compared with this, it was practically garbage.

Then Chen Xin's voice came through the door. "Come out once you've changed."

Zhou Qiubai pushed open the door and walked out.

Chen Xin had changed into a new robe as well. Its deep green base was embroidered at the shoulders and cuffs with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's emblem in gold thread.

Zhou Qiubai could not help staring at the golden patterns for a moment before asking, "Senior, how much does that robe of yours cost?"

Chen Xin glanced down at his own cuff and replied expressionlessly, "Never asked. Every year, the tailor comes to take my measurements. Once it's made, they deliver it. When it wears out, I replace it."

Zhou Qiubai fell silent for a moment after hearing that. Finally, he squeezed out four words through clenched teeth. "Damn capitalists."

Sure enough, landlords and moneybags like Ning Fengzhi ought to be strung up from streetlamps.

Chen Xin's lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing. He turned and headed toward the banquet hall.

The banquet hall was on the third floor