His pale mage's robe bore some resemblance to the robes of an elven priest, and a faint scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted from its folds. He looked much cleaner and neater overall.
Yet the outfit made Ke'er keep frowning. In all the time she had known Li Ziran, she had never seen him dress so neatly.
Of course, she did not mean that Li Ziran was dirty. It was just that, as a Witch Doctor, he preferred gray hemp robes.
Li Ziran usually alternated between gray and black. Seeing him in plain white now, she could not shake the feeling that something looked off.
Anfuni, who accompanied them, was equally puzzled. She could not work out what Li Ziran was doing. Ever since she had met him, she had never seen him dressed like this.
Aimier, however, glanced toward Li Ziran, let her gaze linger for two seconds, then looked elsewhere.
With the inspection about to begin, how he dressed hardly mattered for someone who would become the First Prince Consort.
His presence alone was already the best outcome the elven tribes could have hoped for.
Li Ziran, meanwhile, focused more of his attention on Aimier. Although her glance had been brief, her eyes had narrowed slightly. Based on the information Anjebel had supplied, she seemed to be quietly pondering his unusual outfit.
He smiled inwardly. Arousing her interest was enough.
Good things took time to hone.
He landed directly on the dusky-red Chimera's back and smiled. "Sorry for the wait. Let's go. We have quite a few tribes to visit this time, so we need to hurry."
Aimier and Ke'er were beside him. This was a mount the Chimeras had specially provided for their inspection, with all three riding together.
Normally, he would only have needed to share a