When Wang Jingyuan came out of the dressing room, Mo Xian was astonished. The ocean-blue hanfu fit her perfectly. Before, when she was wearing the light green linen hanfu, he had already thought she was beautiful. But now, as she wore this masterfully-sewn hanfu and shyly stepped towards him, Mo Xian could not believe that she was not a goddess who had come down from the heavens.
The skirt swished around her ankles as she walked, with the folds rippling like waves. Although Wang Jingyuan still only wore her hair as a high ponytail, the dark blue hair ribbon matched perfectly with her new clothes. The shopkeeper was right; it did accentuate Wang Jingyuan's martial artist aura. She looked like she could be the chief of a sect, or even the number one martial artist in the entire sector.
"Does it look good?" Wang Jingyuan asked softly. She noticed that Mo Xian was looking intently at her, and she wondered if there was something wrong.
