Xinya, Chang and Tai walked down on a beautiful corridor. It's been a few hours since they arrived back home, and now they went to deliver the news of their failure.
They had to shower and change into clean clothes. It would've disrespectful to make a report without proper decorum.
Xinya changed out of her dirty light blue dress, and into a similarly cut pinkish-white one.
It was a dress style commonly used thousands of years ago, but lost its cultural significance over time. Now, after the Apocalypse, people in Asia began using it again, calling it hanfu dress.
The dress's structure was similar to a robe, but with longer skirt and sleeves. It hid most of Xinya's body, except her face and neck.
By the side, she carried her dao, ready to draw at a moment's notice.
Next to her walked Tai, or as Chang referred to him, cockroach man. He wore a hanfu too, but his was dark brown, matching his limbs' skin tone.
