However, because it was too gorgeous, there were dozens of different kinds of buttons on it!
It was said that these buttons were taken from the styles of fifty-six different traditional garnts, and just these buttons would need at least five minutes to fasten!
As you can imagine, for the badly injured Qin Yu to dress in the Dragon Head outfit in fifteen minutes would certainly cost him half his life!
Even if Qin Yu could manage to dress in the uniform, he definitely wouldn’t have enough ti to prepare his speech. Then, he could prepare a speech for Qin Yu—it was sure to bury Qin Yu!
Watching Cheng Zhongyuan leave, Mo Yuqi looked at Qin Yu with concern, "Can you manage it? If not, don’t force yourself."
"No problem, these minor injuries won’t bring down; just find a quiet place."
Qin Yu grinned with a smile. Thankfully, he had just eaten so demon beast at, and the energy contained within wasn’t fully absorbed yet! Now was the perfect ti!
"Go to my office." Chen Yuanchuan and Mo Yuqi supported Qin Yu from both sides and headed to the Dragon Head office.
The Dragon Head office was quite plain, with only a square table, a chair, and a wooden bed.
The two helped Qin Yu to the bed, where he sat down with legs crossed, and began to cultivate energy nonstop, trying hard to refine the Monster Yuan Force within his body.
Soon, a faint warmth erged within Qin Yu’s body. Under the nourishnt of the warm flow, the pain in his body was slightly relieved.
Seeing Qin Yu’s complexion improve sowhat, Mo Yuqi and Chen Yuanchuan finally felt relieved.
Unfortunately, the peace didn’t last long; about five minutes later, Xiao Han and Leng Xuan ca into the office carrying the new uniforms for the Dragon Head and Dragon Leader.
"Dragon Head... um, Dragon Leader, the formal attire is here. Please change into it. Don’t delay the inauguration speech happening in ten minutes."
"Understood, you may leave," Chen Yuanchuan waved them off.
The two quickly bowed and left the office.
Chen Yuanchuan glanced down at the Dragon Leader’s formal attire, frowning deeply into a chuan-character shape!
Which idiot designer ca up with this outfit?
Does this clothing really need so many buttons?
Chen Yuanchuan, looking annoyed, picked up the garnt and started clumsily trying it on. After a long ti, he still couldn’t manage it and wore a look of deep frustration.
"What kind of trash is this! I’m going to the Ancient Martial Alliance tomorrow to protest; they must fire the designers of these two outfits!"
"Grandpa Chen, you might be overthinking this, those two outfits’ designers probably don’t belong to the Ancient Martial Alliance! Judging by the craftsmanship, they must be the work of Master Diaz!
Master Diaz must have been a guest designer."
"Damn it! When it’s our Ancient Martial World’s affair, why get a western designer involved?"
"Grandpa Chen, Master Diaz has extensive design experience. Stop nitpicking! Let help you with the buttons."
"You know how to fasten these buttons?" Chen Yuanchuan asked Mo Yuqi with a curious face.
"Of course. Grandpa Chen, have you forgotten? I have an IQ over 200 and a photographic mory. Coincidentally, I’ve studied every kind of traditional clothing button."
"Well then, I’m counting on you."
"What’s there to worry about? You’re my respected elder after all."
Mo Yuqi smiled sweetly, stepped forward, and skillfully fastened the oddly-shaped buttons on Chen Yuanchuan’s clothes.
This left Chen Yuanchuan gobsmacked. Damn it, was she still dealing with the sa buttons that had given him such a headache?
It was as if they were rely child’s play!
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