Li Bai quickly shook his head, being lectured by the young girl, his head bobbing like a rattle-drum.
"Hmph, that style isn't fashionable at all anymore. That sloppy look is only good for deceiving country bumpkins. Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't buy into that. You're still clinging to that style; it's so out, just so out," she huffed.
Zhao Qian'er hummed in displeasure, summarizing her experiences and taking note of the fashion trends among those who had come down from the mountains for cultivation recently.
"Um, let me tell you, Uncle Bai. A true master definitely needs to wear an outfit that's pure and dashing, clean and decisive, with a touch of understated luxury, able to inadvertently exude a sense of purity. That's what's high-end. Got it?"
She glanced at Li Bai.
The latter was holding his sword, his body unconsciously leaning forward and bowing, eyes unblinkingly focused and listening intently.
