Don't tease your disciple
The next day Xi Zirui forgoes his white and silver sect master robes, and Han Yu his teal and white ones, and dresses in plainer white cotton while Han Yu dresses in black.
The people of the little village still give them a wide berth -easily identifying them as outsiders among the familiar faces they are used to -but no longer act openly hostile. Now that neither of them is wearing the finery of a lofty immortal cultivation sect, some street vendors even try to engage them.
"Pretty young master, want some nice bamboo hairpins?" an old man with a wide slash of a smile calls out, his eyes curving into crescent moons.
To Han Yu's great shock, his Shizun approaches the stall.
"Those are some very nice hairpins," Xi Zirui says, genuinely admiring the artistry. "Boss must have a lot of business."