After Lu Yang turned into a child, it wasn’t just his body that shrank—his cultivation was sealed as well.
He became just like any ordinary kid.
“I don’t have any proper clothes.” Lu Yang frowned, anxious.
He wandered around the room with a robe draped over him, the hem dragging on the floor.
In this state he didn’t even dare to step out into the courtyard.
His normal clothes wrapped him like a blanket now, and he didn’t have any child-sized garments with him.
For a time there really wasn’t a single thing that fit.
Whether he had cultivation or not didn’t matter much—according to Elder Zhou Yulu, his cultivation would come back.
For now the most important thing was to find something to wear.
“Where do I find clothes… ouch—”
Lu Yang circled the room and, coming back, tripped on the trailing hem.
He tumbled and rolled with the robe, a small heap of cloth.