To Guiyan's surprise, the brocade box did not contain any textiles or embroidery, but rather bundles of tightly bound silk threads—twelve in all, looking slender and delicate, with a blood-red light continuously flowing within them.
This did not seem to come from any kind of silkworm cocoon, but rather like some sort of artificial creation—the resonant reaction of the God Slaying Thorn sword intent could verify this.
Hanhong had naturally seen it as well, and could not help praising, "Congratulations, Daoist Brother, on obtaining a batch of top-tier materials. This method of 'transforming qualities and altering properties, refining blood into silk'—I wonder which mighty figure of yesteryear performed it. The materials woven from such threads, such as banner surfaces and silk goods, are undeniably excellent in quality, except that they can only be used for implements of slaughter, which is a restriction."
He was unaware, but Guiyan was crystal clear: these threads were identical in material to the few pieces of Manifesting Gauze in his own hands. He had previously never known their origin, but now his doubts were finally resolved.
Since Hanhong was smiling and temporarily bore no hostility, Guiyan would not put on an attitude of keeping people at a thousand miles' distance either, and simply and plainly replied, "It is also thanks to the True Person's extraordinary boldness that you brought out such information at yesterday's gathering. Speaking of which, what I have obtained is something the True Person ought to have a share of as well."
"Not at all. The Taiyuan City ruins are vast, and the lost relics of yesteryear are countless. One or two people could never finish picking them all up. Hai was merely sharing his own insights to communicate and trade what we have with everyone."
Hanhong said the usual polite words,