A number of elders were convening for their monthly dinner.

“Elder Piao, I have heard good things about your grandson, in that he has recently entered the nascent soul realm. Congratulations, but if I might ask, what cultivation technique do you intend to have him practice now?”

Elder Piao looked at the sectmaster for a moment before quickly looking away. He let out a laugh, but successfully disguised it as a clearing of his throat.

“I intend… To uh, have him practice the Green... Heavenly Profound Nascent Soul Compression Technique.”

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As soon as Elder Piao spoke, a number of elders let out restrained chortles. One in particular let out an anxious laugh.

“Is something the matter, Elder Po?”

The sectmaster had a serious expression on his face.

“Oh, of course not, sectmaster… I was just feeling a little uh, green to the stomach.”

A number of elders cleared their throats loudly. Afterwards, one licked his lips and spoke up.

“Sectmaster, can I, uh, ask where you received that wonderful garment that rests upon your head?”

“Oh, this?”

The sectmaster took it off of his head and displayed it to everybody. He had an enormous grin on his face.

“My beautiful wife made it for me!”