Han Feng returned to Lake View Nine.
He had just changed out of his shoes in the Entryway when his butler, Old Liu, appeared silently in the living room. Behind him was a vigorous, elderly man dressed in a vintage Tang suit.
"Mr. Han, you're back."
Old Liu bowed. "This is the academy's chief Clothes Maker, Master Yun.
As is customary for A Level Students, he is here to tailor-make your exclusive combat uniform and Flight Suit."
Han Feng sized up Master Yun.
'Meridian Passage Realm Seventh Layer.'
'A Martial Artist in the late stage of the Meridian Passage Realm is just the academy's chief Clothes Maker, serving only A Level Students and above.'
'This privilege spoke volumes in its subtlety.'
"I appreciate it," Han Feng said with a nod.
Master Yun's movements were swift and precise. An Energy Soft Ruler, shimmering with a faint glow, materialized in his hand, and he began to take Han Feng's measurements.
He explained as he measured.
