The Local Emperor Makes His Entrance as the Doors Open to Guests

"An Enchanted Garment?!"

Li Xiang perked up at once.

This was the equipment he had been waiting for.

"So we don't have to be models anymore?" Qin Zhong cared about something else entirely. Relief filled his face.

Hong Tianbao shattered that hope. "No. Once the matches are over, you'll still have to go. It's your master's wife's business, and it's part of your training."

"Huh?"

Qin Zhong's face fell, turning as bitter as a gourd.

"You didn't come yesterday, so I brought them over today."

Ye Wanqing had come especially early that morning just to deliver the Enchanted Garments.

Li Xiang and Qin Zhong hurriedly rose to thank her.

Then they were led to a room in the back courtyard normally used for storage. It had been cleared out, and two rosewood trays stood inside.

Ye Qingyao was there too. As Ye Wanqing's daughter, how could she miss out on something so good? She had already received hers.

"These Martial Cultivator outfits were designed for your builds and fighting styles. Try them on."

Ye Wanqing pointed to the two sets of clothes on the trays.

"Right away."

Li Xiang picked up his set and went into a changing cubicle.

His Enchanted Garment was deep black. The fabric was not smooth like silk; it had a faintly grainy texture, like some kind of animal hide, yet it was remarkably light and breathable.

After changing, Li Xiang moved his arms and legs.

At first, it felt like ordinary clothing. There was nothing unusual about it—neither a crushing weight nor featherlike lightness.

"Master's wife, is this really an Enchanted Garment?"

Qin Zhong's puzzled voice came from next door. Evidently, he had changed too and was bouncing around in his cubicle.

Ye Wanqing called back, "Try running through a boxing routine."

At her words,