Serika and Feng both gave Quinlan a long, unmistakable once-over: eyes trailing from the top of his freshly combed hair all the way down to the finely tailored ensemble he now wore. Gone were the tattered, sweat-stained robes of his Zhenwu days. In their place was a sleek, dark outfit that clung to him with subtle elegance, accentuating his height and power.
Serika let out a low whistle with a broad grin spreading across her face. "This fashion is certainly new to me, but I like it a lot," she said, flashing him a thumbs-up. "You look amazing, Quinlan."
Feng's cheeks turned an instant shade of pink, but she nodded begrudgingly, eyes not quite meeting his. "I really don't wanna say this because I know it'll inflate your ego even further despite it already being the size of a whole world, but yeah… You look pretty good…" she muttered, fidgeting slightly as her fingers poked at her sleeves.
