Dao Armament

Having said that,

he turned and left without waiting for Jiang Yuechu's reply, his hurried steps carrying the awkward air of someone fleeing in defeat.

Seeing this, Wei He and Xu Changfeng hastily bowed to Jiang Yuechu and the old Daoist, then followed close behind.

Before long,

only two figures remained, one old and one young.

You Chenzi stood in the wind with a fly whisk tucked in his arm, his robes fluttering and his expression serene.

Having lived for several centuries, he had long since honed his eyes into fiery pupils that could see through anything.

Since this girl had sent everyone else away and kept only him here,

she must have a favor to ask, or...

something she wanted these old bones to appraise.

Once all movement around them had ceased,

Jiang Yuechu finally turned around.

She wasted no time beating around the bush.

With a thought,

she parted her red lips.

A length of silk about seven feet long, as red as blazing fire, flowed out of her mouth and landed in her palm.

But now,

this treasure, which ought to have possessed extraordinary spiritual radiance, was dull and lifeless.

Cracks of every size covered the silk, making it look like a moth-eaten rag, with an air of decay seeping from every inch.

It was the very treasure the Cosmic Demon King had deployed before his death.

Earlier, inside the Mirage Tower Space,

that beast had tried to bind Jiang Yuechu with it, only for her to wrench herself free through sheer brute strength, without a care for anything else.

Such a violent method of breaking free

had certainly been satisfyingly decisive.

But the treasure had suffered for it.

You Chenzi took a closer look, and his grizzled eyebrows rose.

"This is..."

The old Daoist stepped forward,