The streets were a little quieter when Kyrian and Mu Yanyu left the guild. The orange-toned sky was giving way to darkness, and the white light of the moon threatened to appear.
The lamps scattered along the streets lit up one by one.
Mu Yanyu guided Kyrian to an elegant street, where the fabric and refined clothing shops were located. Kyrian saw some wooden mannequins displaying long tunics. Some with embroidery, others simpler and more durable.
"This way." She said, entering one of the largest shops.
The merchant, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes, noticed them immediately. He slightly bowed upon seeing Yanyu there.
"Young Miss Yanyu. What an honor to receive you again."
His eyes, however, had already quickly landed on Kyrian. Examining with curiosity, he dared not speak, but in his mind.
'Handsome. Definitely a handsome young master. But the clothes don't show his true beauty. It's truly a pity.'
