Zhang Xiao flicked his sleeves. They were not particularly wide, resembling arrow sleeves, perhaps to make movement easier.
Only after he put the robes on did their precious radiance gradually recede. If he looked closely, he could still make out the faint sheen flowing across the fabric.
In particular, Malfoy noticed that the seemingly simple, unpatterned robes, as Zhang Xiao moved-whether because of the light or the angle-
Revealed glimpses of intricate, exquisite tiger and dragon patterns that were nothing short of breathtaking.
This was the Daoist Order's secret shadow embroidery, also known as hidden embroidery. Don't ask. If you did, the answer was that it was a Daoist Order secret.
Standing before the full-length mirror, the Little Celestial Master had a face like a blossom at spring dawn, sharply trimmed temples, brows like ink strokes, a finely shaped nose, and eyes like rippling autumn waters.
Little Ma looked down at his own robes and instantly felt that his robes from Twilfitt and Tattings had lost their appeal.
But it was only a shop. Even with several centuries of history, it hardly belonged in the same comparison as the Daoist Order, a vast institution entwined with the secular world whose traditions had endured unbroken for thousands of years.
"Those girls are going to go wild over you!"
Malfoy sighed in admiration again, shaking his head as he left the dormitory with Zhang Xiao.
As though to confirm Malfoy's prediction, the moment Zhang Xiao entered the Slytherin Common Room, all the chatter vanished. The young witches and wizards stared at his robes, dazzled and entranced by the beauty and impact of another culture.
Although they had no idea what an ethereal, immortal air was, everyone appreciated beautiful things, just as Chinese porcelain had once swept the world, and silk had done