After seeing his father put the items away, Huo Hai seemed dissatisfied with the empty table. With a wave of his hand, he tossed out another batch of things. This time, they were bundles of snowy white silk threads.
"What are these? Could these be Earth-Grade Source Spirit Treasures too?" As he spoke, Huo Hai stepped forward and began examining them.
Huo Hai shook his head. "Of course not. You know I'm an Insect Spirit Master, and I raise some special insects. This is Silver Silk spun by a Silver-Thread Sky Spider that has reached the Spirit Practitioner Realm. It can be used to make defensive soft armor of Profound Grade Mid-tier quality." Huo Hai even pulled open his clothes and pointed at the soft armor he was wearing.
With Profound Grade Mid-tier soft armor protecting his family, Huo Hai could rest a little easier. After he had asked Old Li, the Academy blacksmith, to make soft armor for him last time, Huo Hai had thought of the people back home. During this period, Silver Pearl had barely had any rest.
Huo Hai frequently depleted his own spirit energy to make Silver Pearl spin Silver Silk. After so much time, he had accumulated enough Silver Silk for five or six sets of defensive soft armor. Unfortunately, there were no master blacksmiths in the Western Frontier comparable to Old Li.
Otherwise, the amount of soft armor that could be made from this Silver Silk would have doubled. Still, it did not matter. There were not many people in the family to begin with. If there was not enough, he could simply let Silver Pearl keep spinning silk in the future. Looking inward at Silver Pearl resting in his Inner Space, as well as Little Cloud, who had once again turned into