Stepping into the grand hall, the sect master and his wife wore matching dark blue hanfu as they walked gracefully inside.
Looking at them, everyone held their breath, expressions flashing across their faces.
Behind them, the elders wore light blue hanfu, equally as graceful as the sect master and his wife.
Although their robes were slightly different from the traditional style, many did not think too much about it.
However, when Mo Jian stepped into the grand hall, a sharp gasp echoed through the room.
Dressed in a navy blue ceremonial military suit, the coat was tailored perfectly to his body. The fabric lay flat along his chest where rows of ribbons rested.
The shoulders bore sharp, squared epaulettes, with each angle catching the light.
Pinned to the left breast, medals glinted with radiance like stars.
For the trousers, they were perfectly mirrored to the coat, with sharp creases running the length.
The angular cap sat poised on his hair like a crown.
