After changing into the finest Daoist robe Ling'e had sewn by hand and tying his long hair with a Daoist circlet, Li Changshou faced the mirror and gave a composed smile. Then he adjusted it again, restoring a stern expression...
Stern was better.
"Senior Brother~"
Li Changshou turned his head. Ling'e floated into the thatched cottage carrying an incense burner, set it beside him, and began fumigating her senior brother.
Li Changshou smiled and nodded, removing the disguise from his face, along with those several layers of halos that diminished his charm.
He put on a carefully chosen jade pendant, tied up his hair with a ribbon that complemented his azure Daoist robe, adjusted the hair at his temples, and habitually shaved the beard that he could now control at will in this life, deciding whether it grew or not.
Then he straightened his collar, dusted off the tops of his cloth shoes, halted the activities of all his Paper Daoists, and returned his mind to his main body.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Li Changshou sighed softly.
What was this?
He clearly could have made a living with his face, yet he had embarked on a Primordial Wilderness path of cultivation where he fought for the right to survive through a black heart and schemes!
Li Changshou had not expected that the first time he seriously dressed himself up in this life, it would not be to meet some fairy maiden...
While heading to visit True Lord Yu Ding with a Paper Daoist, he had suddenly received Teacher Taiqing's summons. He was likely being called to Taiqing Temple.
When Saint Lord summoned him, what else could it be?
Passing on teachings, admonishing him, formally accepting him as a disciple, or entrusting him with some major matter—one of those