"Disciple, in front of outsiders, especially the alien race, do not disgrace the dignity of our Sword God Palace."
The solemn reminder from Sword Nine lingered around Master Wang's ears.
Wang Jixuan pondered for a moment and specifically returned to the Second Base, asking Mu Dan to pick out a dark blue Daoist robe for him. He tied up his Daoist hairpin and fastened a flowing hairband, choosing a dragon-and-phoenix carved waist belt.
He examined himself briefly in the mirror.
Though the aura of dignity hadn't really increased, his looks seemed to have modestly improved.
Mu Dan tilted her head and asked, "Boss, are you planning to use your charm to woo the Fire God Palace into our camp?"
"Of course not," Wang Jixuan chuckled awkwardly, "This battle isn't something that can be altered by mere romantic feelings, not to mention, I don't think I have that level of male attraction."
"Your charm is quite decent, in all honesty."
