"I do have an idea."
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw Bai Tianle standing by the window, a confident smile on his face.
He took a jade case roughly three feet long from his Storage Bag, carefully opened it, and lifted out a neatly folded dress.
At first glance, the dress seemed utterly unremarkable, its texture as soft as ordinary silk. Yet the instant Bai Tianle unfolded it, a faint seven-colored halo suddenly spread through Tianxiang Tower.
The fabric was as thin as cicada wings, yet it refracted rainbow-like radiance. From different angles, its colors continuously flowed and shifted.
Delicate Cloud Patterns were embroidered along the hem, the stitches so fine they were nearly invisible, as though those clouds had always been part of the cloth, growing there by nature.
"This is the Cloud Banquet Silk Skirt that I acquired at an auction some time ago."
A hint of pride colored Bai Tianle's voice. "This skirt is a sixth-grade treasure artifact, crafted by Fairy Lingzhao, the fifth disciple of Cloud-Cutting Patriarch. I'm sure everyone here has heard Cloud-Cutting Patriarch's illustrious name. With her wondrous hands, she can turn clouds into fabric, and every garment she weaves is a rare treasure beyond compare."
"Though Fairy Lingzhao has not yet reached her Patriarch's towering heights, she has inherited her true teachings. This Cloud Banquet Silk Skirt is one work with which she was particularly pleased."
He paused, raising the dress high so everyone could see it more clearly. "A precious gown for a beauty—the Cloud Banquet Silk Skirt paired with Miss Ruyan will surely become a fine tale spoken of throughout Hundred Flowers City, greatly benefiting Miss Ruyan's reputation."
The crowd nodded in agreement. Cloud-Cutting Patriarch's name was as thunderous within the Tianxiang Cult; even works made by her disciples were