The martial uniforms were all white, and the outerwear was chosen according to personal taste.

As I expected, the Sword Demon threw a pitch-black changsam over it, while the others picked colors that suited the white martial uniform reasonably well.

I looked at the Four Villains and the White-Robed Scholar for a moment.

“Hm.”

All of a sudden, they had transformed into neatly groomed men. Since everyone had powerful martial arts, their bodies were lean, and with their unique auras, they looked like senior brothers of a prestigious orthodox sect. It wasn’t just me who was surprised. Everyone was glancing at each other’s outfits in disbelief.

“……”

The Lecher spoke.