Leaving aside Pei Guanli's clever schemes in the Marquis's Mansion, Chen Yi and his group traveled south along Ba Mountain Street before turning east onto Sishui Street.
It was early summer, and the weather was growing warmer.
Most of the pedestrians bustling about Shu State City had changed into their summer attire.
This was especially true for those from wealthier families. Their lightweight brocade robes were so airy they seemed weightless, held in place only by a sash tied around the waist.
The foreign travelers, however, were a different story.
The people from Poshisu Country were still bundled up tightly, revealing only their multicolored eyes. The stains on their veils were visible at a glance.
Those from the Mountain Tribes dressed similarly to Pei Guanli in vibrant, colorful clothes. They wore ornaments on their necks, heads, and hands, which went CLANGING and JINGLING as they walked.
