Looking back on those years, Yi Chengzi worried about losing face on his way to Dragon Tiger Mountain, lamenting the cost of a daoist robe that set him back five hundred taels of silver.
Today, standing once again before Zhengyang City, he wonders if old friends could still recognize even a fraction of his former self.
A five hundred taels daoist robe? Pah, not even a dog would wear it. Yi Chengzi now dons the world-renowned Qilin Holy Armor beneath his clothes—now that's the real deal~
"Eh, Yi Chengzi, you're too strong. Those left trailing in your wake, despite their desperate efforts to catch up, are slowly losing sight of even your shadow."
"While others need two and a half years just to be considered rookies, you've relied solely on your own hard work, starting off with a tyrant chicken and a small bowl, yet achieving the status of Break-Limit True Monarch in almost the same span of time."
"Truly magnificent, World-Shaking Pure Yang!"
