Before a bronze mirror as tall as a person, Zhou Wuji gazed at his reflection with undisguised appreciation.
For no other reason than that the sapphire-blue, cross-collared robe truly looked splendid, soft as clouds and draping like water.
At first glance, it was less magnificent than his star-gold cloud-brocade Daoist robe, yet it was deep and bright, like stars in the night sky. The longer he looked, the more extraordinary it seemed.
With nothing to do these past few days, Zhou Wuji had taken out the Azure Cloud Treasure Robe and put it on, admiring the exquisite beauty of the fourth-rank treasure robe in the mirror.
Though the Azure Cloud Treasure Robe was not a true Daoist vestment, its cut was no different, making it perfectly suitable for everyday wear.
Yet he could not quite bear to wear it every day. This was a fourth-rank treasure robe!
Even Yin Le, the illustrious Princess Taihe, owned only one, which showed just how precious it was.
Wearing the Azure Cloud Treasure Robe while idling in the Daoist academy was rather too wasteful.
After all, the Azure Cloud Treasure Robe was still clothing. Over time, it would wear out and even fade.
Even the spell runes embroidered inside the treasure robe would subject the fabric to the erosion of spiritual Qi when activated repeatedly.
It was like washing something over and over with water; any clothing would rapidly age and fall apart in the process.
To Zhou Wuji, the Azure Cloud Treasure Robe's real purpose was to protect him, not to show off every day.
Hearing Yang Tie Ying's hurried footsteps outside, Zhou Wuji immediately put away the Azure Cloud Treasure Robe and changed into his star-gold cloud-brocade Daoist robe, adding a silver belt.
He had only just settled onto the couch when