Ling Feng had originally intended to get a custom set of clothes made, similar to Shen He's, which were crafted from special materials, making them difficult to damage and highly resistant to elemental effects. While their defensive capabilities were weak, it was still better than having his clothes ruined in a fight.
In the game, each character’s attire was custom-made, and usually, several sets were prepared for changing.
However, Shen He only possessed one. For her, the Clean Clothes Talisman could remove any stains, negating the need for multiple outfits unless she wished for a change in style.
"Indeed, I need to find someone to make me some custom clothes when I have the time," Ling Feng sighed helplessly, shaking his head.
After walking a bit further, wisps of Ghostly Fires began to appear around them. Ling Feng knew they were getting closer to the border.
"Hey, where did this little one come from?" A mass of cloud-like mist materialized in front of Ling Feng and his companions.
"Wait, wait, you are alive? This is the border, how did you end up in such a place? Are you from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor?"
"No, you, young lady, your aura... it's an immortal aura. Are you an immortal?" the cloud mass asked Shen He, incredulous.
"No," Shen He replied curtly.
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He was currently in the early to mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment realm. It might take him another month to reach the Foundation Establishment realm, but if he truly wanted to break through to the mid-stage, a week of secluded cultivation would suffice.
However, cultivation was incredibly tedious. He didn't want to spend his precious time on it, and what was the point of high cultivation anyway?
With zero combat experience, he was merely a showpiece. Against opponents of similar strength, he would be utterly dominated. This was why he had set a rule for himself to cultivate for only two hours a day.