At the crack of dawn, the sky was clear and cloudless.
Mu Yuan was preparing at his garrison while Isloa checked his attire.
He was dressed in a set of silver and black full-body armor, adorned with strands of gold and red patterns, which lent the armor both nobility and a martial aspect.
In his hand, he held a long spear, while a blood-red cloak draped over his armor, descending to his battle boots. He appeared as if enveloped in blood, with the blood seeming to flow around him.
Truth be told, this set of ceremonial combat gear provided by the officials was indeed impressive. It was also a set of equipment of the Excellence tier, quite valuable, and not just for show.
However...
"You have checked this three times already," he said.
Today, Isloa was fussing like a mother hen, inspecting even the tassels on the weapons multiple times and using techniques to make the cloak look brighter and prevent it from wrinkling.
