Chapter 13

Ritian wore his white robe before using the outer cloth that Wenren gave him. The contrast of white and red made him look... extremely different. He was presentable and he looked lively.

"Wow..." Ritian sighed. Just like the rest, he wanted to use beautiful clothes and be at his best most of the time. Taking care of himself and feeling good at his own appearance is a healthy mental snack. "Damn, boy. You look rich."

Ritian pose for fifteen minutes in front of the yellowed mirror. When his vanity was finally satiated, he discovered another problem.

'Indeed, I look great from up to my ankles.' He look down and lamented quietly, 'But what about my feet? Do I go prance around the village barefooted?'

Ritian rummage through his spoils of war on the other day. He noticed a pair of sandals. It was made of wood and the straps were a type of hard fabric.

It looks like new.

Ritian remembered the foot of the dead body that they found last week. 'No. That foot was huge. This sandals shouldn't be