Fang Xing asked everyone to wait for him for a few moments before he covered himself with tattered rags and flew over to the other side of the pond to grab his belongings. He was wearing new robes by the time he returned, and as the saying goes, the value of horses is seen through their saddles and men through their clothes. Although he was still extremely thin and shriveled, he no longer seemed like a wild monkey now that his hair was neatly tied up and he was wearing new apparel, making him at least more presentable.