"Old Dean, I understand what you're saying, but everything you mentioned is just your one-sided story. Let's talk about something useful to me," Yang Xiao interrupted.
Sheng Yanlin felt something and sighed, "It seems you still don't trust me, worried that the old man covets your precious coffin clothes."
"Why, isn't my suspicion reasonable?" Yang Xiao laughed. He knew well how valuable this garment was, perhaps even more than the old man in front of him.
"If that's the case, then let me be honest with you. This garment is useless to me, and to most high-level apostles, because it's very special."
"To wield this item, there's a prerequisite: there can't be any clothing-type magic artifact on you. Otherwise, forcing it will lead to a backlash from the clothing-type magic artifact on you, leaving you without a resting place."
