Chapter 1429: Playing the Zither

On top of the giant palanquin.

Shay Bread was dressed in a black robe, wearing a crown on his head.

He propped his head with one hand, half-reclining on it.

If one didn't know better, they might think this was a scene from an ancient costume drama.

Martial Artists generally favor such attire.

Retro.

Only in this way can they highlight their distinction from ordinary people.

Of course, usually only the half-competent ones do this.

The real masters, like the Saint of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

Usually seen wearing flip-flops, a vest, adorned with floral shorts.

Divine and unworldly, yet brimming with the scent of the Mortal World.

The ones dressed as formally as him, clearly just for show.

The red-clad guards belonged to the third faction.

At the entrance of the Young Family, there were no fewer than five hundred people!

Shay Bread sat in the very center, his fingers picking up a grape and gently tossing it into his mouth.