Su Muyao looked at Di Fu Yuan's expression and could tell that he might know something.
Su Muyao stared intently at Di Fu Yuan, hoping he would say something.
Di Fu Yuan looked down at Su Muyao's expression, a bit amused, and couldn't help but pat her hair.
Just like long ago, he also liked doing this.
And she also liked to be held by him, snuggling close.
Remembering some beautiful memories of the past, Di Fu Yuan's heart turned soft.
"You just mentioned you encountered many things in the dense forest, one of which was Moon Cold Silk."
Su Muyao nodded, she had just explained everything about the dense forest to Di Fu Yuan in detail.
"Yes, Shen Jinsuo said that Moon Cold Silk is a kind of plant-formed silk, saying it had been lost for hundreds of thousands of years. This thing is extremely sharp and can be made into hidden weapons."
