On the eighth day of the sixth month, the sky had only just begun to brighten.
Chen Shu changed into a splendid set of traditional clothes and combed the hair he had grown over the past few days in front of the mirror. The more he looked, the more pleased he became. It was as though the phantom God within his Spirit Form had truly stepped into reality—and most enviable of all, this handsome man also possessed peerless talent that outshone his entire generation.
"How is anyone else supposed to live?"
Chen Shu murmured to himself, admiring the sight.
Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, a beautiful woman sat calmly by the bed. A cat sat beside her, and a little girl leaned against the doorway. The two of them and the cat heard his voice from inside and could not help exchanging glances.
Click!
The two women and the cat immediately looked away. The silent ones stayed silent, and the one licking its paw kept licking, as if nothing had happened.
Chen Shu came out, patted the front of his clothes, and asked them cheerfully, "Well? Don't I look handsome?"
"Yes!"
"Woof~"
"I couldn't tell from your looks that you—"
"That's enough!" Chen Shu raised a hand to stop the woman sitting on the edge of the bed. "The Sect Master's inauguration ceremony is what matters. No need to say more!"
"..."
Ning Qing pursed her lips, got up, and followed him out.
Yet she could not help stealing glances at him.
Though it was traditional clothing, it too had been improved with the times. Traditional clothes had differed from generation to generation; so long as the tradition remained unbroken, there was no need to blindly cling to the past just to prove oneself orthodox. Naturally, they would change with the