The Autumn God's gaze had remained fixed on the seemingly soft and white cotton ever since the Sect Leader had left.
"Is this all there is?" He sighed softly.
The voice was as gentle as a warm breeze on an autumn day, yet it carried a desolate and lowered tone due to the approaching winter, barely audible.
Song He was almost moved to tears by His words.
It was only afterwards that he realized... that was clearly the Autumn God's inherent Divine Mighty Power being inadvertently released, yet it was able to shatter his Divine Soul's defenses in an instant.
And it happened silently.
It was true that part of the reason was that he had not been very guarded, but still, it made him somewhat wary.
Such a terrifying ability.
However, to make the Autumn God lose His composure like this... it seems that this "cotton" is indeed very important.
He squinted his eyes and brazenly asked,
"Great Ancestor, what do you intend to use it for?"
"Oh?"
