The Dao Academy, within a private chamber.
Upon the wide cloud bed crafted as one piece from spiritual jade, hanging prayer banners shimmering with spiritual light drooped down.
Among layers upon layers of swirling gauze curtains, Xiao Yuluo lay there just as was her habit over the years—lounging lazily, reclining at ease.
At this moment, in Xiao Yuluo’s hands was the Qiankun robe once worn by Chu Weiyang himself.
Though Chu Weiyang had long since cultivated and refined it, his own cultivation span was relatively brief when it came to refining the robe.
His rapid rise in realm cultivation did not mean he could skip the time and effort the robe required to mature its spiritual resonance.
Back when this Qiankun robe was originally made, Chu Weiyang was only just beginning the Foundation Establishment stage, nowhere near the deep reserves of strength and skill he now commanded.
Even now, with the help of the mysterious Xuan Zhen Mirror, merely weaving a single strand of thread with such skill rendered Chu Weiyang’s craftsmanship still lacking when compared to a Great Elder like Xiao Yuluo of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.