He raised his head to look at Yun Huang's back.
As though he had eyes in the back of his head, Yun Huang slowly turned around, his golden eyes fixed on him without a ripple of emotion.
"All right, Brother Huang." Yun Qing rubbed his nose. Fine. Whatever the venerable one says goes.
There was nothing to be shy about. He simply took off his black outer robe patterned with clouds and changed into the dark red combat outfit.
The moment he put it on, the clothing automatically fitted itself to his figure. He tried moving his limbs and felt the reassurance of being protected on all sides by gentle immortal power.
Yun Huang looked him up and down, a hint of satisfaction flashing through his eyes. "Not bad."
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Yun Qing already had a tall, straight bearing and a composed presence. In black robes, he had been like ancient jade beneath a deep pool. Now, dressed in this dark red combat outfit, he shed some of that weighty solemnity and gained a measure of the keen edge hidden within a young man. His long hair was tied high, accentuating his broad shoulders and back, long arms, and narrow waist, lending him an exceptional air. He was like a peerless divine spear resting in its sheath, its edge ready to emerge at any moment beneath its steady calm.
Yet Yun Qing found it all the stranger. This sudden gift of clothing gave him an uneasy sense of a storm gathering over the mountains. A bizarre line of enormous words flashed through his mind: The old farmer of Langhuan is inspecting his piglet before sending it to market!
What mischief was this venerable one up to now?
He was about to