After putting on the new clothes, Liao Minmin scampered outside.
It was only then that she belatedly realized the clothes were men's attire. 'They must be the Great Ancestor's own clothes,' she thought.
'But why did he give them to me? And how do they fit so perfectly?'
'And while the style isn't particularly beautiful, wearing them feels as light as air.'
'This must be an incredible treasure, right?'
If Du Youqian were to tell her that this outfit was a benefit distributed by his Sect, a high-grade Dharma Robe that even ordinary Loose Cultivators would have a hard time acquiring, she would learn it could keep her warm in winter and cool in summer. It was impervious to blades, water, and fire.
Even if a master at the Postnatal Peak of Martial Arts were to strike her with their palm, they would die from the backlash.
Even the Emperor of the Mortal World couldn't trade for it, not even with several cities.
She would probably be so shocked her jaw would hit the floor.
