The convenience of being an Advisor is unmatched by other Dharma Gates.
Watching Cheng Feng casually fold a piece of paper, and with a shake, it turned into a Western-style trench coat, Wang Yunxiao was dumbfounded.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Won't it leak in the rain?"
"This is my spare clothing, what would it leak?"
Cheng Feng glared at him, "Hold back during a fight, don't tear it."
"Really, Young Master Cheng, you're worried about a piece of clothing?"
"Nonsense, I bought it with my salary. Do you think everyone has a wife as rich as yours?"
"How much money does my wife have?"
"You're asking me?"
"She's not my wife yet, just a girlfriend, so it's not convenient to ask her directly. It seems like I'm after something."
Wang Yunxiao spoke righteously, "Surely you guys know? Just give me a hint so I have an idea."
"No comment."
The three of them changed into suits — at least they wouldn't stand out excessively compared to the uniforms over in Lanton.
