Jiang Cheng fiddled with the unfamiliar layers of his new robes, taking advantage of the rare privacy of his tent to indulge in his insecurities. He was Sect Leader Jiang now, and that meant he had to look the part even when he didn't feel it. His sect was in shambles, and spending coin on fancy robes when there were so many pressing matters felt wrong, but he was as much a rallying point as a person these days.