Leave.
Yuchi brushed the dust off his red robe, hiding his achievements and fame.
Not far away.
"An expert, we've encountered an expert. Is the other person also in garment making?"
"Are they in the same trade?"
The maids of Shuiqin Temple were at a loss for words to describe their feelings. Yuchi in front of them was like a monster; he didn't need them to step in at all. He just wandered on the first floor, saw a young lady frowning, and proactively approached her, completely unafraid of what she might be thinking. He even directly recommended the most suitable styles for her.
He understood women's clothing even better than they did, not to mention his telepathic-like ability. The moment he moved his lips, the young girls beside him blushed, whether they were young or older women. Yuchi's guidance was extraordinarily impressive.
His caring gaze showcased what it means to be professional, what it means to be a superb man who balances expertise with gentleness.
