Yuchi thought for a while, then decisively changed into one of his own blue outfits, only to realize he looked like a complete clown. Originally he'd planned to use this blue robe as part of his Song Bei persona, but in the end he found that idea was totally unnecessary.
Forget it, forget it, better change back into that old black brocade. That one doesn't look particularly expensive anyway.
After all, if something can hurt him, then what he's wearing doesn't matter; if it can't hurt him, then even wearing women's clothes would be no big deal.
He finished changing—black clothes on, then smeared a bit of dust over them, tidied up the Immortal Sword, casually plucked some wildflowers and weeds from the roadside, stuffed them into a busted bamboo basket he picked up. In a flash, he went from President of the Jiangnan United Commerce Association to a poor woodcutter.
