Wang Jixuan looked at the mirror in front of him.
Although he really wanted to wear a long robe to the meeting, the outfit recommended by Lingtong did indeed make him look more imposing.
Camo pants, Martin boots, a belt tightening his flat and robust abdomen, and on his upper body, a tactical vest and camo pressure suit.
If he were given a field helmet, he would be a modern armed warrior.
Lingtong still had several meetings to attend today, and it was already past the scheduled departure time, but she still couldn't help but give some advice on the side.
Be careful in everything;
Don't act on impulse;
This trip is mainly exploratory, there is still enough time;
And so on.
Wang Jixuan listened with a smile, inexplicably feeling a bit reassured, although his brow occasionally itched, unavoidably generating a bit of impatience.
This is also one of the downsides of the current mental state of the Demon Lord.
