But when he looked in the direction of Luo Jiujiang, the tips of his brows, which had been slightly wrinkled for years, relaxed, making his face appear soft for a moment.
Luo Jiujiang smiled and shook his head, indicating that he was fine.
Unlike Zhen Shuangliu's elaborate and luxurious attire, Luo Jiujiang's robe was more formal than his usual attire, yet still simple in design, with refined embroidery, and easy to wear. On stage, this robe served as formal attire; and once he stepped off stage and ventured out onto the street, he could wear it without looking strange.
There was a small incident during the formal dress selection process. When the emcee arrived with the clothing catalog and fabrics, Luo Jiujiang happened to be taking a break from training. He was drenched in sweat like a freshly caught fish, and all his thoughts were focused on how to break through the finger that Zhen Shuangliu had just pointed at him. Even with the emcee's attentive and considerate expression, Luo Jiujiang had no energy to choose patterns or fabrics.
In fact, his face fell when he saw the complicated embroidery, markings and the three-layered robes, thinking that this job would be more difficult than having a master teach him how to beat someone.
As the saying goes, no one knows a disciple better than his teacher. Zhen Shuangliu knew what Luo Jiujiang was thinking the moment he saw his expression. He snorted coldly, glanced through the book that Si Li had presented to him, and said bluntly, "None of them are suitable."
Si Li was stunned. He thought, this is the most complete collection of formal attire, how could there not be something suitable? But even if he had doubts, he couldn't ask Zhen Shuangliu, "Master, did you not look carefully?"
Just when he was at a loss, he heard Zhen Shuangliu say, "He doesn't like the ones you have. Design a new one based on the one he's wearing now. Keep it simple, not too complicated, and convenient, not too fancy."
Si Li glanced at Luo Jiujiang, whose clothes were tattered from training, and nearly burst into tears. According to Zhen Shuangliu's guidance, they would eventually create a formal dress, which would be just a nicer casual outfit.
He could only knock on the side and say: "Master, the Hundred Tripods Association invites heroes from all over the world. If the young master is dressed like this, I'm afraid it will be quite majestic."
Zhen Shuangliu frowned, not because of Si Li's words, but because he was too annoying. He glanced at him with a look that said, "Why are you still here?" and said calmly, "Jiu Jiang's identity doesn't need to be found in a robe."
At this moment, Luo Jiujiang stood behind Zhen Shuangliu, and there was no moment more than now that he understood the meaning of his master's words.
Zhen Shuangliu's unique, cold, and majestic aura completely spread out at this moment. There were nearly ten thousand guests in the venue, and no one could relax at all under this aura. Everyone present subconsciously tensed their muscles, became solemn and serious, and kept silent.
However, at the center of this awe-inspiring atmosphere, Luo Jiujiang felt a completely different meaning.
His master called him closer and placed one of his withered and shrunken hands on his shoulder. These hands seemed light and always had a cold temperature, but when they rested on Luo Jiujiang, they carried a heavy and warm meaning.
The aura surrounding Luo Jiujiang was still the usual cold and gloomy aura of Zhen Shuangliu, but it did not carry the slightest sense of oppression. Instead, it spread outward around Luo Jiujiang, like a kind of protection, or as if it was always ready to protect Luo Jiujiang.
"This is my beloved disciple," Zhen Shuangliu said in a deep voice. His voice was not loud, but the chilling sound like winter snow still reached the ears of everyone present, making them shiver slightly. "He is also the Young Master of the Spirit Snake Realm, Luo Jiujiang."
Luo Jiujiang's majesty really doesn't need to be found in a piece of clothing.
Because he has his master.
All the actions to strengthen his credibility and establish his authority were done by Zhen Shuangliu first, and the Spirit Snake Realm Master's extraordinary attention and protection for his disciple was fully demonstrated by Zhen Shuangliu's attitude.
The Lord of the Spirit Snake Realm conquered the world through war and intimidated people with his strength, but when his terrifying aura spread out, what Luo Jiujiang, who was at the center, felt was cherishment and love.
Luo Jiujiang's eyes gradually became dazed. He pondered the source of his power, weighing the difference between harming and protecting... He remembered the great path that Mr. Gongyi had mentioned... life and death, and Luo Jiujiang's own sword...
The crowd below the stage was cheering "Young Master," while Zhen Shuangliu turned his head to look at his young disciple. At such a solemn moment, Luo Jiujiang's pupils actually slightly dimmed, and his right hand subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Zhen Shuangliu was slightly stunned: At this moment, ordinary people would not even have time to be nervous, what has Jiujiang realized?
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