It was covered in crimson patterns—not ordinary embroidery, but real feathers. Each feather was as fine as a strand of hair, densely embedded in the fabric to form the shapes of flames.
The feathers shimmered with shifting colors in the light, from crimson to orange, from orange to golden purple, like living flames burning.
The collar, cuffs, and hem were all trimmed in gold, with intricate patterns along the edging that resembled some kind of ancient Runes.
The whole garment had an ethereal grace. Even the ugliest person would probably look otherworldly wearing it.
Chen Siyao carefully picked it up. It was so light that she felt as though she were holding a cloud. The fabric was cool and smooth, like water slipping between her fingers.
"So beautiful..." she murmured.
Chen Hao walked over, took the garment from her, and unfolded it for a look.
His gaze fell on the lining, where several tiny characters were embroidered, even smaller and more closely spaced than those on the outside. Then he sighed softly.
This garment had been made from Bi Fang's Lifebound Essence Feathers. Each one contained Bi Fang's Lifebound Origin Qi.
A Bi Fang could grow only a handful of Lifebound Essence Feathers over its entire lifetime. How many would it take to make a garment like this? He had no idea.
How many years had Jingwei spent gathering these feathers? He did not know that either.
For a cultivator, this garment was priceless. Wearing it would allow them to comprehend Bi Fang's Lifebound Secret Art—the flames that could burn all things to nothing.
At the same time, its defensive strength matched that of Bi Fang's own body. Ordinary blades and spells could not damage it in the slightest.
Jingwei had actually left him such a precious gift.
Chen Hao