His Divine Skills couldn't be separated from the skirt, after all, this thing wasn't a treasure, and didn't possess that kind of durability.
If it were to be damaged in battle, the effectiveness of the clothes would decrease, and in severe cases, it wouldn't offer any enhancement at all!
He could probably be considered the person who bore the greatest shame for the sake of cultivation, Nezha chuckled bitterly to himself.
"Nezha, what are you blanking out for?"
"Why aren't you changing into it quickly?"
The Weaver Girl handed over the small skirt, and upon seeing that Nezha showed no reaction, she couldn't help but urge him on.
After they became familiar with each other, the Weaver Girl stopped addressing Nezha as Third Prince all the time and instead called him by his name.
With a sigh, Nezha came back to his senses and complied as he had to.
There was no helping it, since she had leverage over him.