The cold well water washed over his body, instantly dispelling the stickiness and fatigue. He deftly cleaned the grime from his skin, then picked up the white robe of an Inner Sect Disciple he had received from Steward Zheng and quickly changed into it.
The white robe was soft and light, feeling comfortable and breathable against his skin. The pale cyan embroidery at the collar and cuffs added to its crisp, clean look.
Yang Jing already had a tall, upright build and handsome features. Now, dressed in the white robes that symbolized his status as an Inner Sect Disciple, he looked even more dashing. The sunlight fell upon him, outlining his sharp silhouette.
His eyes held a calm, restrained sharpness, making him appear all the more striking and distinguished. He exuded an air of ineffable poise.
Yang Jing straightened the lapels of his robe, then picked up the bronze key from the table and walked out of Qing No. 4 Courtyard.
