Zi Yao couldn't help but ask, "What for?"
Li Ping'an hummed softly and smiled, "To annoy the Western Sect and the ancestor of Minghe."
The crowd was somewhat puzzled.
Li Ping'an had already started to sift through his Storage Treasure, looking for an imposing set of clothes to wear, but he found that ever since he had burned all his White Robes, he only had some black robes left.
A black-robed Heavenly Emperor?
The image was somehow a bit displeasing.
Li Ping'an was slightly conflicted, but in the end, he chose a green Daoist Robe.
Handsome and unrestrained, with the dignity of a Heavenly Emperor, and a natural elegance – he had to choose at least one of these qualities.
In front of everyone, Li Ping'an took off his outer robe and changed into a refined Daoist Robe, then raised his hand to undo his hair tie, preparing to style it with a hairpin.
Zi Yao Xianzi's figure floated over, saying softly, "Your Majesty, allow me to serve you."
"This, I can do it myself..."
