The old man seemed to know about the restriction on his robe. When he saw song qingxiao's gaze, he put one hand on his chest and lifted the collar of his robe.
As he reached out and pulled, the drilling-like silver thread stopped moving and became ordinary. It was as if what song Qing saw and felt earlier was just an illusion.
His fingers were pale and covered in thick hair. Where his fingertips pointed, a small shield-shaped medal was hidden in the gap of the collar of his robe.
If it wasn't for his action of lifting his robe, no one would have noticed the medal.
However, the medal was only slightly exposed, and the old man seemed to have noticed it. He touched his collar with his fingers, and the corner of the medal was hidden in the shadow again.
However, even if it was just a glimpse, song qingxiao's eyesight was very amazing.
