Chapter 213- Don't chew my cherry

"Fuck you, bro. It's been several months since your insignia turned off," a man in a dark robe exclaimed, his frustration evident as he gripped his head, revealing a tattoo on his skin.

"Mama, that uncle said 'fuck you'!" a child beside her mother pointed accusingly at the figure, earning Lucas a stern glare.

"How unsophisticated," murmured several pedestrians clad in traditional robes.

They wore loose-fitting tunics and flowing garments adorned with symbolic embroidery, along with sturdy boots or embroidered slippers.

Women accessorized with jade pendants or ornamental hairpins, adding a touch of spiritual significance to their everyday attire, while hats or scarves kept their hairstyles neat and denoted their social status or marital standing.

In the heart of that bustling market district, narrow streets wound between small stalls adorned with colorful awnings.