Chen Chuan hadn't brought a packhorse this time, instead carrying the case directly on his back. He set it down, opened it on the spot, and changed into his Investigation Chief uniform.
He pulled on two layers of outer robes and a pair of protective gloves. After flexing his fingers, he glanced at the patterns drawn on them.
These were Esoteric Buddhism patterns he had drawn before his departure. However, they weren't guaranteed to work against an opponent with immense Spiritual Power and protective gear, so he didn't rely too heavily on them; it was simply a habitual backup measure.
Ultimately, a Fighter's combat prowess was what truly mattered.
Once fully dressed, he put on his peaked cap. He thought for a moment, then took out a jade-like protective mask from the case and fastened it over his face. He then grabbed the unsheathed Snow Monarch Blade, gave his fluttering red scarf a light touch, and walked toward the camp.
