Head Held High

That stout Yan Immortal was obviously one of the 17 Mountain Lords. His small eyes were constantly looking at the clothes on his body, and from there, he said what he had just said.

The clothes that Wei Liujia was wearing at the moment were also given to him by Jian Wushuang.

The tunic was given to Jian Wushuang by the Young Emperor, Prince Yan, earlier on. Every single thread had taken the effort of countless embroiderers. It was a rare treasure, and he had given it to Wei Liujia.

The stout Yan Immortal could also see the extraordinary clothes on his body, his eyes rolled. "Eh, Brother Wei, where is the True Sword that you always carry around? Don't tell me you sold it to buy this outfit?"

As his voice fell, the remaining 10 or so luxurious figures roared with laughter, making the hall extremely lively.

Wei Liujia's face flushed red, and he was about to rush forward to argue.