A climax also meant a curtain call.
When Xu Xiaoshou's orchid-finger pose pinching the needle settled, the spiritual needle had already drawn shimmering strands of light, weaving an object in midair.
Looking at the thing in his hand, Xu Xiaoshou felt it was somewhat too embarrassing to present.
The anticipation Yunhe's possession had stirred in the other man just now had truly been too intense.
Could this little thing alone really hold him down?
Fu Zhi frowned, disappointment flashing through his eyes.
Yet that disappointment was not directed at Xu Xiaoshou, but at himself.
Sure enough...
His comprehension truly was still lacking!
In the end, he had failed. He had been unable to glean anything from that profound technique. What a pity.
Fu Zhi sighed, but...
As he looked at the delicate artwork in Xu Xiaoshou's hand, swaying and bobbing in the wind, brimming with the technical beauty of weaving...
The longer Fu Zhi looked, the more something felt wrong.
"What is this?"
Xu Xiaoshou swallowed, suppressing his guilty conscience as he said inscrutably, "A Chinese knot."
Yes, it was simply an ordinary Chinese knot.
To others, this thing might have been somewhat complicated, but for Xu Xiaoshou, the knowledge reserves brought by the half-step master-level Textile Mastery in his mind were no sham.
A mere Chinese knot came easily to hand!
A pilgrim's light appeared in Fu Zhi's eyes.
He carefully examined the thing before him called a "Chinese knot"—those picturesque, exquisitely interlaced lines, that intricate and complicated structure whose threads were impossible to trace...
Was this a spiritual array? Could someone construct such an exquisite spiritual array in so little time, within such a tiny structure, without relying on any tools, using only spiritual essence? Fu Zhi was shaken to the core. Xu Xiaoshou's move had truly stunned