The Saintess earlier was simply terrifying.
"Uh... I'll head back now. Try on the wedding gown to see if it fits. If it doesn't, let me know early. We still have time to make adjustments." Nalan Yiren lifted the tray that the female disciple had just placed down and handed it to Chen Mo.
Chen Mo received it and nodded. He looked at the wedding gown on the tray; it wasn't the usual red, nor green or cyan, but a deep blue color with plaid stripes, likely the traditional attire of Baiyue.
After Nalan Yiren left, Chen Mo returned to his room to try it on.
It was a bit large overall, but it wasn't too bad, not feeling bulky; just a minor adjustment to the shoulder positions would do.
...
By evening.
The firelights flickered, the buildings staggered and layered, appearing even clearer. From afar, figures holding torches looked like fireflies, heading towards the center of the valley.
