The style of the group needs to be reformed
Editor: Kurisu
Song Shuhang continued smiling as he made a hand seal.
By his side, the Black Iron Godly Armor disassembled itself—its limbs flew away, while its chest opened up.
Just like all 'daoist robes', the Black Iron Godly Armor also had the ability to fit the body of its master.
A normal daoist robe would be able to fit the body of a three-year-old child while still being able to fit a four-meter-tall cultivator. If the cultivator was as big as a hill… then apologies. Most daoist robes in circulation on the market weren't able to fit that size. For such sizes, the cultivator would have to get one custom made.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The Black Iron Godly Armor wrapped around Song Shuhang, and changed its size to fit him on its own. The fellow daoists in the room now saw a statue of black iron at the center of the living room.