C140 Trap

The emperor seemed unwilling to look at the two of them any longer, and his gaze continued to move, falling not far from where he stood on the torn fawn-colored robes.

The palace craftsman had spent years to weave a Sky Silk Cloud Gem. It was as thin as a cicada's wing and as colorful as a sunset. He had only given one to Ji Rong Hua to make one