Zhao City, Luo Palace.
Luo Wuji and Luo Jin Xiu, brother and sister, stood in the courtyard.
Although Luo Wuji was only fifteen or sixteen, he was already exceptionally tall. He had perfectly inherited Luo Zhongkan's martial prowess and even surpassed him. Judging by his build, he was already a fully grown man, but his face was still that of a spirited youth, with a faint, discernible trace of childishness in his eyes and features. His eyes were very bright, like a lamp in the night, and an imposing air of nobility surrounded him. A sharp sword hung at his waist, a gift from Luo Ling. It was one of the treasured swords forged by the Luo Clan, made using the finest techniques, and could truly be said to slice through iron like mud.
Luo Jin Xiu looked much smaller standing beside Luo Wuji, the top of her head reaching only his chin, though she was actually already exceptionally tall for a woman.
She wore the crimson quju customary among the Luo Clan Women, with gold-thread embroidery along its cuffs, collar, and hem, as well as the phoenix emblem that no Luo Clan Scion ever went without.
Luo Jin Xiu was a few years older than Luo Wuji. Not a single blemish marred her delicate, unadorned face. Her skin was fair, and even without powder or rouge, it reflected a lustrous glow when sunlight fell upon it. Unlike Luo Wuji, who exuded heroic vigor, she possessed a temperament as gentle as water. From the strands of hair hanging lightly at her temples to her brows and lips, she embodied the softness of the water towns south of the Yangtze.
Guards and maidservants stood around them, carrying bags of luggage of every size. Luo Wuji reached out and took the heaviest