"The Golden Scale White Feather Garment!"
Little Purple exclaimed in pleasant surprise. The moment it saw the treasure garment suspended within the grand hall, it grew excited, proving that it had not taken the wrong path.
Do not be fooled by its confident appearance along the way; in truth, it had secretly feared failing to find the Golden Scale White Feather Garment. Fang Wang acted with decisive brutality, filling Little Purple with terror toward him, leaving it to survive on flattery alone.
Fang Wang did not advance immediately. Instead, he executed the Sword Control Technique, sending the Tianhong Sword stuck in the ground flying forward into the grand hall. It quickly arrived before the Golden Scale White Feather Garment, its white-light blade making gentle contact.
There was no reaction whatsoever.
He had the Tianhong Sword orbit the Golden Scale White Feather Garment five times before flying around the grand hall. After repeating this tedious process for the span of an incense stick and confirming the absence of traps, he finally stepped forward carrying the Celestial Palace Halberd.
"Young master, you truly are steady."
Little Purple offered timely praise, and Fang Wang was already accustomed to its flattery.
Walking all the way to the Golden Scale White Feather Garment, Fang Wang looked up. The garment floated in midair, the golden dragon qi winding around its entire body looking as vivid as true dragon souls.
Gazing upon the individual golden scales of the Golden Scale White Feather Garment, Fang Wang instantly took a liking to it. The pure white under-robe was not merely white, either; it bore faint patterns, and majestic flying birds were imprinted across the chest. Viewed from different angles, their postures shifted, and one had to stand quite close to see them clearly.
"How do we take it?"
Fang