The Thousand-Spirit Saintess smiled and took a bundle from her shoulder.
Opening it, she revealed two sets of clothes inside.
"These are the outfits I prepared for you!" The Thousand-Spirit Saintess smiled radiantly. "To be honest, now is the time for flirting. Why not recite some showy old poem for me?"
"Thread in a worthy wife's hand, clothes upon her husband's frame; stitch by stitch she sews them tight, fearing he may return too late."
The Thousand-Spirit Saintess shot him a fierce glare. "You think I haven't heard that poem before? By Tashan Lake, I had a poetry collection in my hands. It was 'Thread in a loving mother's hand, clothes upon her wandering son's frame.' This isn't flirting—you're saying I'm old..."
The more she spoke, the angrier she became, and she hurled the clothes at Lin Xiaosu.
Lin Xiaosu burst out laughing. "I just wanted to see how much you'd memorized after hugging Daxia's ancient poems and essays every day. Never expected you'd actually become obsessed with this stuff..."
With a flip, he retreated into the grass.
Before long, he emerged.
The instant he did, his entire appearance had undergone a complete three-hundred-and-sixty-degree transformation.
On his feet were beast-hide cloud-piercing boots.
He wore a pale violet striped martial outfit.
Hair had originally been the greatest difference between the two worlds, but his hair had always been long. Once he put on a jade crown to bind it, he looked almost exactly like a young man of the Archaic Realm.
This martial outfit had been stripped by the Thousand-Spirit Saintess from a young disciple whose build was similar to his. Worn by Lin Xiaosu now, its bearing was utterly beyond what that disciple could have possessed.
"Well?" Lin Xiaosu tilted his head, waiting for her judgment.
"An absolute dashing young