Zhou Xiuer, upon seeing Wufu, became as meek as a mouse before a cat, all her arrogance and sharpness retracted as she hid behind Madam Zhou, pursing her lips, not daring to utter a sound.
She was no fool; she understood that the Wufu of today was no longer the same Wufu whom she used to bully without repercussions.
The Wufu before her was now someone she could only look up to.
Even now, she wasn't dressed in any fine clothing or adorned with jewelry. Instead, she wore an oddly-styled, treasure-blue garment made of fine cloth. The somewhat loose pants wrapped around two long, slender legs, and deer leather boots clad her feet. On her upper body, she had on a rice-white, long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, covered with a short, buttoned coat that bore no complex patterns, yet it was still strikingly simple and neat.
Her black hair was gathered into a high ponytail with a headband, adorned with two pearls the size of fingertips.
