Given the current positions of Xiyue and Ao Shu on Xiang Wuxing, exchanging this material using equivalent items should not be a difficult task.
While Xiyue was counting the number of her creations, the space in front of her suddenly warped.
It drew her and Ao Shu's gaze over.
"Brother Lin Yi, you're back?"
Seeing the person she had been thinking of, Ao Shu stopped indulging in leisure, hopping barefoot towards Lin Yi and leaped directly into his arms.
"Why did only you come back? Where's Mr. Wu?"
Xiyue walked over gracefully, composed and poised.
With the attentive arrangement of the attendants on Xiang Wuxing, a custom Flowing Immortal Skirt made of golden silk was draped over her, said to be the highest etiquette for distinguished guests of Xiang Wuxing.
Xiyue did not refuse and even put on a light makeup similar to the beauties of this era. Her heroic aura was completely masked, and her elegant appearance was enchanting to the eye.
"Do I look good?"
