He quickly found that brown piece of clothing and inspected it carefully. Sure enough, there was a tear near the sleeve, but his mother had already mended it for him. If not examined closely, it would go unnoticed.
He hurriedly took out the garment and murmured softly, "This clothing can't be kept, otherwise it will cause trouble."
He stretched out one hand, curling his fingers into a claw shape, and a faint black mist floated from his palm.
Suddenly, he caught sight of the sunlight outside and retracted the black mist, shaking his head, "No, it's too dangerous."
He then wrapped the clothing, quietly hid it in his bosom, and thought it would be best to find a place to burn it.
When Sun Xu reappeared, a friend asked him, "Why did you take so long for the run? Eh, why do you smell like charcoal? Did you go back to help your mother start the fire for cooking?"
