Brightheart Residence.
Zhang Yuan sat cross-legged in the courtyard, the imagery and aura around him drawn inward, as still as an ordinary mortal. Only when Cui Zhaowei flew over on her sword did he open his eyes, a faint gleam of sword light flashing through them before vanishing.
"Young Master Zhang, Father asked me to bring you two sets of dharma robes, in case your clothes are damaged while slaying the dragon."
Cui Zhaowei went about her business matter-of-factly, taking two sets of clothing rippling with spiritual energy from her Qiankun Pouch. One was a scholar's robe, much like the style Cui Qiezhe wore; the other was a feathered robe, pure white throughout and embroidered with auspicious clouds. Its quality was probably somewhat better than the scholar's robe.
Zhang Yuan did not refuse. He accepted both sets of dharma robes and said, "Thank you, Miss Cui."
They were merely two ordinary sets of dharma robes, not even Outer Dao magical treasures. Accepting them would not leave him owing any great favor, so he might as well take them. Most importantly, he really was short on clothes.
The Wedding Robe was passable enough to wear, but he could hardly keep wearing it forever, could he?
He had long intended to order two sets of clothes, but one thing had followed another, forcing him to put the purchase aside. He truly could not spare the time.
Cui Zhaowei nodded and looked around Brightheart Residence, asking in puzzlement, "Is Cousin Yuanxi not here?"
Over these three months, Cui Yuanxi had dragged her to Brightheart Residence at every opportunity. Even knowing Zhang Yuan needed to refine his Sword Qi and had no time to entertain her, she still came every day without tiring of it. She was only a step away from moving in.