There was indeed something wrong with Shen Yunmai's brain.
His IQ was too high.
From a very young age, he had been far removed from ordinary people's joys, anger, sorrows, and pleasures.
The world considered him heartless, cruel, and unreasonable merely because he had long since seen through those feelings and that reasoning.
His loves and hates had little in common with ordinary people's, but he too had a competitive streak. He sneered, "What do you know? When I was fourteen, I made myself a white robe out of ultrafine-particle material. Never mind wind and dust like tonight's-even cosmic rays and ordinary flames couldn't leave a mark on it. But what was the point? It wasn't natural at all. Boring."
"Cotton and linen?" Jing Jiu asked.
"I'm rather more interested in that heavenly silkworm silk you mentioned," Shen Yunmai said.
Jing Jiu thought Bai Zao probably would not ascend, so Shen Yunmai would have nowhere to find heavenly silkworm silk even if he wanted it. He suggested, "Wearing nothing is most comfortable."
No fabric was gentler than the wind, and no clothing was more comfortable than a vacuum.
Shen Yunmai understood this. "I haven't decided which sexual characteristics to choose yet," he explained. "I look a little strange without clothes."
His body had been modified. From his muscles and bones to his internal organs, hair, and teeth, everything was a product of the newest materials combined with the most cutting-edge technology and the most sophisticated Daoist Arts. His genitals naturally fell within the scope of those modifications, but he had remained somewhat undecided over whether to continue being a man or become a woman.
Both his ideas and their actual implementation were utterly shocking to conventional sensibilities. Anyone else would have had no idea how to respond, but Jing Jiu