Qin Mo finally understood. Even rare-grade weapons, let alone epic-grade ones, would be selected by powerful families before appearing on the shelves of Xizhou Street. After all, without the support of the powerful and influential families of the Great Xia Dynasty, you couldn't open a store on Xizhou Street. The people who came here were all rich young masters, and if you were given a good look every few days, you simply couldn't stay in business.
Now that she had given up hope, Qin Mo simply stopped expecting and treated it as a leisurely stroll. The three of them walked slowly down the street, pointing and gesturing at the girls along the way. Those who could afford to shop on Xizhou Street were all wealthy and powerful, and the women's clothing and demeanor were exceptional; the three of them certainly had a feast for the eyes.
Little did they know that while the three men thought they were admiring the woman, she was also admiring them. Qin Yuanze, on the other hand, was impeccably dressed, clearly in aristocratic style. His handsome appearance and elegant bearing attracted countless flirtatious glances. Qin Yumu, tall and imposing, exuded the air of a military family, and was also quite eye-catching.
Only Qin Mo, tall and thin, dressed in all black without any accessories, walked silently beside the two. He rarely spoke, only answering a word or two when the two asked him questions.
He had a personal tailor, and all the clothes were made according to his specifications. When he made his demands, the old tailor of the Prince's Mansion was dumbfounded. He wanted something inconspicuous yet sophisticated, comfortable yet not made of silk—it seemed like a contradiction.
In the end, Xirui and Ximan used a unique method to weave a special fabric by mixing plant fiber with silk, which finally satisfied Qin Mo's requirements. To the average person, it was just a piece of fine cloth, but upon closer inspection, one could discover that the fabric contained intricate and beautiful hidden patterns. It was silky smooth, warm, and breathable, perfectly embodying Qin Mo's requirements for understated luxury and sophistication.
His clothes were a blend of the features of various classic trench coat styles that Qin Mo was familiar with: simple and sturdy. Apart from the collar and cuffs being embroidered with patterns representing royal status in the dark thread, there were no fussy tassels or pleats.
Qin Mo put her hands into her distinctive slanted pocket and glanced around. Her carefree, languid, and serene demeanor clashed with the polite young men and women around her, as if they existed in two different worlds, silently missing each other without disturbing one another.
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