At Eldest Miss Xiao's request, Chen Yi, who had intended to stay at the mansion, had to leave for the West Market Hundred Herbs Hall.
At this moment, there weren't many Armored Warriors or carriages at the mansion; they were all busy outside.
Thus, Chen Yi didn't have anyone accompany him, and he walked out of the Xiao Mansion under the blazing sun.
The three-day rain had stopped for three days, and the Shu State region once again returned to the sweltering heat of high summer.
Before seven in the morning, the sun was already strong enough to make one's clothes scorching hot.
Among the pedestrians, the young ladies from wealthy families mostly carried parasols, while the young masters put on airs of elegance with their paper fans.
Even the Jianghu People who hurried past had their heads wrapped in turbans.
Compared to them, Chen Yi, who carried nothing, seemed like an oddity as he ambled slowly down the street.
Beads of sweat were faintly visible on his forehead.
