"Additionally, this material is breathable and sweat-wicking, doesn't absorb water, and won't hold onto grease or grime, making it extremely easy to clean. I think it's perfectly suitable to be your everyday exercise and battle garments, wouldn't you agree?"
Fang Cheng's heart stirred slightly.
Clearly, through the Truth Stele, Zheng Hongxin had witnessed him sitting naked at the bottom of the sea, engulfed in flames, during meditation.
The old man feared that as the dignified Chairman of the True Thought Society, Fang Cheng would appear indecent by fighting tidily clothed, hence he rummaged through the warehouse to find this top-tier material for Fang Cheng to cover himself with.
Fang Cheng lifted his head and took a deep look at the old man across from him:
"Chairman Zheng, you are considerate, thank you."
"Ah, you flatter me."
Zheng Hongxin, flattered and a bit overwhelmed, waved his hand:
