In May, the temperature in Fengri City began to climb. Just taking a walk outside on a clear day would leave you drenched in sweat.
The Xuanqing Guard's summer Black Robe was very thin, but it didn't absorb sweat well at all. You had to wear a short undershirt beneath it as a base, otherwise the sweat would glue the Brocade Robe to your body and you'd look ridiculous.
And if you wore Inner Armor under the Brocade Robe, it'd be even hotter; you would have to use True Qi from time to time to insulate yourself from the heat, or even a Cultivator couldn't bear it.
Every year in this season, Shen Hao tried not to go out at noon; the shaded spots inside the house could at least keep a person comfortable.
Beside him was a pot of chilled tea, filled with various heat-clearing medicinal herbs, and a hint of sweet and sour—it tasted pleasant and perfectly suited Shen Hao's palate.
