"Young Sect Master?!"
"It's true!"
When the two Soaring Eagle Hall martial artists saw Han Zhao walking towards them, they were shocked. They hurriedly went forward and knelt on one knee.
"Greetings, Young Sect Master!"
"Get up." Han Zhao nodded and patted their shoulders. "You've worked hard."
"I'm working for Young Sect Master! It's not hard!" The two of them stood up excitedly.
Han Zhao nodded and walked up the steps of the ready-to-wear shop.
Seeing this, the tailor, who was cutting fabric on the counter, called the shop assistant to receive him.
At this moment, the curtain separating the inner and outer rooms was lifted. Su Yun, who was wearing light purple brocade clothes, walked out with a middle-aged noblewoman in a lake-blue dress. As she walked, she introduced the quality and color of the cloth to her and the price of buying it in large quantities.
"Mrs. Wu, this batch of fabric is definitely worth it, and…"