When Huai Shi changed his clothes and stepped out of the bedroom, the old man running the music hall showed a puzzled expression. "Do you plan to go out dressed like that?"
"Hmm?"
Huai Shi was confused and looked down at himself. He wore a subdued, practical grey iron coat with defensive power, a pair of alchemically treated, durable work pants, boots that could handle trekking over mountains without issue, and an Artifact Sling Bag packed with various equipment, including the Sword of Virtue, for emergency use.
He was armed to the teeth, ready for any trouble. Flawless!
"Is there a problem?"
The old man's expression grew complicated. He set aside the towel in his hand. "Please wait a moment."
