Outside Qingyun Dao Sect.
It was already the Hour of the Rabbit.
Su Changyu stood quietly some distance away.
He wore a Brocaded White Crane Flowing Cloud Robe, standing there as he displayed the bearing of a peerless Sword Immortal to the fullest.
The robe was primarily white, with blue clouds embroidered along its edges and corners, while the lower half bore patterns of several white cranes spreading their wings. Judging by its material alone, this outfit was of the finest quality, and its design was exceptionally eye-catching as well.
This was a new product from Tianyi Pavilion, priced at fifty-eight taels of gold. Yet it was more sought after than available, and many clothing dealers had driven its price up to a hundred taels of gold per set.
Su Changyu had wanted to buy such a robe all his life. It was his only dream.
He had thought it would be impossible to fulfill in this lifetime, yet a few days ago, Grand Hua Daoist had truly bought one for him.
Though this Brocaded White Crane Flowing Cloud Robe was not a magic artifact, it possessed some of the functions of one. It repelled dust, and its fabric was a special kind of silk that effectively kept snakes, insects, rats, and ants away. With every stitch made by hand, the price was perfectly reasonable.
At this moment.
Ye Ping slowly came into Su Changyu's view as well.
At this time.
Ye Ping wore a pale blue robe. Su Changyu wore the Brocaded White Crane Flowing Cloud Robe, while Ye Ping wore the Brocaded Mountains and Rivers Clear Wind Robe, which brought out his bearing as a Confucian Immortal.
The two could both be called handsome men, though their temperaments differed. One carried the air of a Sword Immortal, while