Feng Qingtian walked down the street holding Gu Bailu's hand.
On the way, Gu Bailu attracted more attention than Feng Qingtian did, which was understandable given her unique clothes.
Her cloak and her hood had been custom-made. Nobody could buy the same clothes in Pale Emperor City.
Those clothes were in a vintage style and hadn't been in fashion for a long time.
It was hard for passers-by not to stare at Gu Bailu.
Though she was dressed very differently from other people, they had to admit that it was a beautiful combination, especially in such freezing weather.
The thick and warm cloak, with a pretty and cute face inside, was lovable in every way.
Gu Bailu felt like yelling at them. What are you looking at! I have a spirit root now!
But she then decided to let it go. Whether or not she had a spirit root wasn't their business, and she didn't have to explain it to them.
She didn't really care about them anyway.
