(MC POV)
"How do I look?" I asked, giving a twirl.
"Absolutely dashing… I can never grow tired of looking at you, Master," Iris replied instantly.
I chuckled, "I know you don't. I mean if I look like a normal disciple wearing this?"
She tilted her head, "I don't understand Master. Why would you go through this complicated ruse of pretending to be one of their own Practitioners when you can simply walk in and announce your identity? This would save you a lot of trouble."
"Come now, Iris. Haven't the past few days shown you anything? It's more fun if we do things like this instead of just always doing it the easy way. Think about it, if I just walk in as myself, they'd just bow their heads and put on fake smiles. But I sneak in like this… I may even get the chance to slap some faces!"
"Incomprehensible… Can't Master just slap their faces even without sneaking in?"
