Martial Spirit World.
Imperial Palace.
"Big Brother Xuan, you can't go to an official meeting wearing that!" The empress of the world, and by extension, the entire High Planar Galaxies, was currently pouting like a child whose candy had been stolen as she leveled her husband, the emperor, an exhausted look.
"What!? Why!? I think I look awesome!" Lin Xuan exclaimed in disbelief, unable to understand why his wife would think less of his outfit.
"You're wearing… what the hell even is that?"
"Young Hero Long Chen called it a sweatshirt? He said it should help with my Dao enlightenment should I keep wearing it," the man replied.
The High Planar Galaxies, as developed as they were, with technological advancements one wouldn't believe a cultivation world could have, and yet the supreme ruler of that same civilization was amazed by a simple sweatshirt.
