The white cloth seemed a little aggrieved as it circled around Su Ye.
It wanted its missing piece back, but Su Ye wouldn't let go.
Su Ye gazed at it.
"The force that suppressed me just now... was that you?"
Upon hearing this, the white cloth immediately resumed circling Su Ye, as if to show it had never meant her any harm.
After watching it for a moment, Su Ye reached out and tossed the scrap of cloth to it.
Unexpectedly, the small scrap of cloth was incredibly sharp. With a faint sound, it sliced open a small cut on her finger. A drop of blood landed on the scrap, and just like that, the blood-stained piece merged with the main cloth.
A faint green light flashed from between Su Ye's eyebrows.
Three words appeared in Su Ye's mind.
Brahma Flower Silk.
The three words that had suddenly appeared seemed to be a self-introduction from the tattered cloth.
Su Ye glanced up. "Brahma Flower Silk?"
With a series of whooshes, the white cloth zipped around Su Ye several times.
