The Taiping Monk Mo Tingsheng from Buddha Country has long passed away, but his spiritual communication characteristic has always been preserved within the Medical College.
"Then let's wait for the young master to finish breakfast, and then we can go together."
"No need, I'll eat first. After I finish, I'll go by myself. I can get to the Medical College faster than your Divine Lantern."
With "Shifting Form," Zhou Xuan spoke with confidence.
Qing Feng no longer insisted, got up, bowed, and left Jingyi Shop.
Just as he stepped out, Zhao Wuya came in right on his heels, flaunting his new robe.
"Brother Xuan, check out my outfit today; isn't it fashionable?"
Zhou Xuan was holding a bowl. He turned his head for a look and almost spat out his soup: "Fashionable, very fashionable indeed, at least twenty years ahead of Mingjiang Prefecture's fashion scene."
The robe that Zhao Wuya wore, how should I describe it?
