The Humble Door Opens at Last (1)

After learning that he had to wear the uniform attire of a direct disciple, Shen Yuxi finally stopped changing into lavish robes as frequently as a peacock spreading its tail.

Yet even though he was restricted to that ultramarine standard robe symbolizing his status as a direct disciple, he did not give up refining the details.

The Profound Heaven Sect's disciple uniforms were indeed exquisitely tailored—the fitted sleeves were tightly bound around the forearms with same-colored ribbons, while the long outer sleeves suddenly flared open from the wrists, unfurling and curling like drifting clouds with every movement.

The robe hung exactly three inches above the ground, revealing the tightly bound trousers and black boots beneath. The collar of the inner garment was fastened neatly with frog buttons, while the outer robe was properly cinched by a belt embroidered with hidden Twin-Life Tree patterns. Tassels at his waist swayed gently with his steps.

All disciples wore identity jade plaques. Outer disciples had lake-blue-green plaques, inner disciples deep emerald ones, while direct disciples wore white jade—gentle and elegant, without a trace of mixed color.

Shen Yuxi took out a rosewood box he had treasured for years. Soft brocade lined its interior, where dozens of carefully selected accessories lay arranged in perfect order.

His fingertips hovered in the air, lingering between a white jade pendant, crystal walking bells, and gilded silver ornaments before finally settling on a lapis lazuli waist pendant. Fine gold flecks lay scattered within the mineral's naturally deep blue, complementing the ultramarine of the sect robes beautifully.

Just as he was about to take it out, his movements paused—this pendant had been made by Bai Xiangchuan. That man had good taste, but he always loved hiding mysteries within his creations. Recalling the pear blossom fragrance that still quietly wafted from