On July 14th, beneath the scorching sun, Bian Heng arrived punctually at Tidewatch Courtyard at noon, carrying his case.
When the gates of Tidewatch Courtyard opened, Bian Heng saw Zhang Tie again after two days apart. Seeing Zhang Tie's strange, flashy outfit, Bian Heng's brows twitched as he looked him over from head to toe. "Why is your outfit so bizarre?"
"Haha, these are beach shorts, this is a T-shirt, and these are slippers..." Zhang Tie said proudly, pointing at what he was wearing. "So? Want me to make you a set too...?"
As he had grown increasingly familiar with Bian Heng these past days, the weather outside had also become hotter and hotter. Since he was living by the beach at White Dragon Bay and had to go into the sea every other day, Zhang Tie had simply bought some cloth in his spare time at Tidewatch Courtyard and made himself this simple outfit.
Putting on such familiar clothes again gave Zhang Tie the feeling of having returned to Great Xia for a seaside holiday.
Bian Heng looked at Zhang Tie's clothes and let out a cold snort. "Hmph, your shorts are baggy and thick, not the least bit fitted, like a chimney. Your shirt does not even have sleeves, and it is made of cheap cotton and linen, with crude workmanship. Not to mention those shoes of yours—they are actually made from wood and twisted strips of cloth. They are so crude that even the laborers in Wa Emperor City would disdain wearing them, yet you want me to wear them? Do you think I would fool around with you? Could it be that your brain has been fried during these treatments?"
Zhang Tie did not mind Bian Heng's sharp tongue and merely continued smiling. "You just don't