An ancient fire called "grief and anger" with a hint of ancestral bloodline, a "blood feud" appeared in Melan's heart.
He looked at Aon as if the boy massacred his entire clan.
Seeing Melan's face that looked like a dark cloud before the storm, Aon immediately surrendered to prevent the start of world war 3.
"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. Here are the clothes I've chosen for you. Take a look."
Aon waved his hands and presented the clothes in front of Melan, not caring whether Melan could see in the dark or not.
Melan snorted at Aon's cowardly look and just silently looked at the clothes on the ground.
Well, these clothes were well-chosen. He would look like a handsome traveler from afar who had gone through war, famine and other major disasters.
It's quite artistic and has a deep meaning.
Melan was secretly surprised that Aon's fashion sense was not bad. It was actually as good as other stylists and designers with a fashion industry background.
