Perhaps it was because of the mention of her deceased elder, the young girl was lost in thought for a moment, but she quickly regained her senses. She blinked her eyes and regained her original clarity, "
my grandaunt is an expert in silkworm-raising and clothing-cutting, " she said with a slightly regretful expression.
"However, her masterpiece isn't a woman's clothing."
As she spoke, the spiritual power on the wall moved, and the woman's figure gradually faded, turning into a robe.
The black robe was as black as the pure night sky, without any impurities.
She wore a thin white chiffon robe on the outside, which blended in with the black robe. The two extremely simple colors presented a kind of ostentatious air that shocked the public's vision.
Judging from the style, the robe was male. For some reason, song qingxiao thought of the battle suit that su Wu had mentioned before.
It was quite amazing.
