Qin Gengyun arrived at the night market.
At this moment, the snow had stopped, and the night market was bustling.
Cultivators came and went, and glazed lamps inscribed with the Everlasting Array lit up the streets.
From a distance, Qin Gengyun saw Mo Xiaolan talking to customers in front of her stall.
She still wore that usual plain long robe, with a long coat trimmed with thin fur over it, her graceful figure wrapped in winter clothes, but unable to conceal those long, slender beautiful legs.
If she dressed up carefully, many female cultivators wouldn't compare to her.
However, in his impression, Mo Xiaolan had never groomed herself, spending her days either as a Post House Cultivator or setting up a stall.
This is normal for low-level cultivators.
Survival is already hard enough, who has the time to dress like a flower?
