When night fell, Lu Xingzhi brought Jiang Yao out of the house. Due to the weather in Shu City, most people there had dark skin, which was several degrees darker than that of Jiang Yao from the south. It was even darker than that of Lu Xingzhi, who trained under the sun all year round.
If Lu Xingzhi had been walking alone on the street there, he might not have attracted anyone's attention. However, Jiang Yao's skin was so fair that a puff of wind could break it. One would not often see someone like her in Shu City, so they attracted quite a lot of attention.
Lu Xingzhi did not let go of Jiang Yao's hand for even a second. He looked like an old hen protecting a chick. He did not dare to let Jiang Yao out of his sight for even a second.
On the other hand, Jiang Yao was curious about the cultural architecture in Shu City. Her attention was focused on both sides of the road. Occasionally, she would be attracted by the smell of food.