Long Chen patted his own chest. When he looked down at his robes, a rare warmth appeared on his face.

“Last time, I didn’t fight you directly because I was worried about damaging my robes. These clothes possess far too much meaning to me.”

“Hahaha, this has to be the most shameless, most laughable excuse I’ve ever heard,” scoffed Chu Kuang.

“That’s fine. You can laugh if you want. Many people have asked me why I always wear these worn-down clothes anyway,” said Long Chen. Everyone then looked at him. His clothes were truly unbearably worn out with many patches.

The threadwork that went into those patches was clearly coarse. It was done by someone who didn’t have skill in needlework, and it...