"Alright," Zhao Dong agreed decisively.
Immediately after, Li Long tidied his clothes and strode out. His expression turned grim again, completely lacking the subservience he had shown in front of Zhao Dong.
"Senior Brother Li, you're back."
The gatekeepers, upon seeing Li Long, immediately began to nod and bow obsequiously.
Li Long's gaze swept over the two of them, and his already somber face turned even more sullen. "When were these clothes washed?"
The two were utterly baffled. What the heck?
Despite their confusion, they hurriedly replied, "Senior Brother Li, I washed these clothes yesterday."
"I washed mine yesterday, too."
"Insolence!" Li Long suddenly roared, startling them both.
"You're wearing clothes that were washed yesterday?" Li Long raged. "Your post represents the very face of our Blood Sect! By wearing yesterday's clothes, are you trying to make outsiders think the Blood Sect is full of unwashed bumpkins?"
