The Evil Emperor didn't ride in a chariot; instead, he brought the centipede puppet with him. I don't even know when he got it.
I was blown away when I saw the centipede puppet emerge from the water. It was so cool; it had equipped itself with all the best gear it could get its hands on.
When did they manage to acquire all that gear? I can confidently say it was all from the Hehuan Sect.
Do you think I don't know what our Biyou Palace has? We certainly don't have a python robe like this, which is a half-armor style.
But then I thought of Aizen and Madara's nature, and I felt incredibly guilty.
I'm too afraid to ask where the Evil Emperor's clothes came from, for fear he'll say they were obtained by Aizen and the others, and that they didn't give me any because there weren't enough to go around.
They are definitely capable of doing something like this. Looking at the Evil Emperor before me, I am filled with envy that brings tears to my eyes.
The background is dark blue, the embroidery features intricate python patterns, and the design is composed of large pieces of gemstones creating a mysterious effect.
The plates on them are carved from bones of unknown origin, nourished by the bone's own material and internal energy over many years.
Its defensive capabilities are quite impressive, and it's also beautiful. The headband on its head is also carved from the skull of something similar.
However, the bone itself is black jade-colored, so it must not have been dyed later.
The Evil Emperor even carried the Emperor's Hatred as his personal sword, standing there exuding an aura of nobility.
Senior Gongliang, on the other hand, was dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, adorned with various precious jewelry, especially his headdress, which was undoubtedly the darling of that imperial concubine back then.
Adding to the hazy, dreamlike appearance from the outside, and with the centipede puppet licking and flattering,
It used its tail to lift the phoenix carriage, and its head to support the Evil Emperor and Mu Xinghui.
Mu Xinghui was also dressed in a full set of high-level Shushan formal attire. The ancient sect is indeed different; they prepare purple auspicious cloud robes for the Fifth Realm Martial Saint, and the sword he carries is also a spiritual weapon.
I stood on the ship's railing, trying hard not to look back, and only realized it when I got off the ship and was waiting to disembark.
I was the only one on the entire ship without formal attire, only a black Taoist robe with subtle patterns, the one I had prepared when I became an apprentice.
I initially thought it looked pretty, but now that I look around, everyone else except me is wearing a proper dress.
Even Horse Face and his men had military uniforms prepared for them; they had trained in the military before, so they looked quite respectable in them.
The same was true of the others; they all had their own family's formal armor, which they were now wearing, creating a dazzling display of gold that was almost blinding.
Everyone else was dressed very formally; I was the only one not wearing formal clothes. My black Taoist robe was only a symbol of the Fighting Division.
There was nothing noble about it. At the very least, someone of my status should have a blue Taoist robe, but I had nothing at all.
Senior Gongliang even prepared a formal dress for Meiyao, a matching pink shawl, and had Meiyao serve him on the phoenix carriage the whole time, her feet never touching the ground.
I have reason to believe that my master and mistress must have prepared a dress for me, and it should have been given to Meiyao.
But now Meiyao has also been turned against me. They're all deliberately messing with me. It must have been the Evil Emperor who did it, and he's keeping it from me alone.
I could feel everyone was holding back their laughter as they looked at me. I just stood there watching the Evil Emperor from afar.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I could only try to tilt my head back at a 45-degree angle to keep them from falling.
When Senior Gongliang saw my aggrieved expression, he couldn't help but laugh, covering his face with his fan and chuckling to himself.
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