They stepped out of the tailor's shop just as the sky softened into evening gold. Bai Lu couldn't keep his excitement as he gushed about their soon-to-be rehearsals, but Xuan Han wasn't thinking about all of that; instead, his eyes were fixed on Ling Yue's back as he swayed his hips from left to right.
''Honestly, if the heavenly realm didn't provide spirit tokens for contestants, we would still be stitching leaves together for the exhibition. Could you take a look at all the fabrics we used? Thanks to the emperor, we got the money we needed!'' he shouted.
Wei Lang groaned and palmed his forehead. ''Stop screaming, everyone is starting to stare.''
Bai Lu shrugged his shoulders. ''Had we had to buy all of these and Ling Yue's outfits with our own money, we would be homeless and our arms would be in debt forever.''
Ling Yue chuckled.
