The Central Plains and the South Sea are hardly similar; the demands on clothing etiquette are extremely stringent. Merely wearing one's robe with the right side overlapping the left is just the basics—fail to understand the myriad of intricate details, and you'll never shake off the stigmas of overseas loose cultivators, uncouth barbarian savages, and demon monsters of Zuodao who don't understand propriety.
Mo Zhu Mountain is now a renowned major sect, and its disciples, having received the Daoist charms from the Combat Department, must adhere to the corresponding rules when traversing the northern jianghu. How can they afford to bring disgrace to their sect, right?
