Dashed Hope

In just less than half an hour, Yan Liqiang, who had just taken a bath and changed into his new outfit, almost couldn't recognize himself when he saw his reflection in the mirror.

Yan Liqiang looked like a whole new person in the mirror. He wore a purple hat, fastened to his head with an amber feather copper hairpin and a blue long gown made of silk with matching trousers. Beneath the gown was a complete set of a vest, shirt, and undershirt. The waist of the gown was tied up by a silver belt decorated with red turquoise stones. His feet were covered with a pair of thick deerskin boots.

With this transformation, the reflection of an exceptionally graceful and handsome youth appeared before Yan Liqiang's eyes. Putting aside everything else, even if the late Wu Tao was brought before Yan Liqiang, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize that this was the very youth he saw yesterday in the marketplace.