The issue with the ninth level of shedding the mortal realm made Feng Jun a bit embarrassed... How am I supposed to explain this?
So he cleared his throat and said, "This matter of coming and going, let's not discuss it anymore."
He didn't explain, and yet the two of them nodded thoughtfully, no longer asking questions.
Feng Jun, accustomed to leaving others to their own imaginations, didn't mind, and then he lead the two to the prepared factory building.
Yang Yuxin was wandering at the door when she saw him, she couldn't help but complain, "Where have you been... Hey, why are there two Taoists?"
These two maintained their composure, yet their minds were furiously drumming. Indeed, natives of the secret realm, different attire, incomprehensible speech.
But why... did the attire of these natives... look quite nice too?
I don't want to either, Feng Jun silently chuckled bitterly in his heart. If I could dress them like normal people, would I have given them Taoist robes?
