She could barely believe her eyes, having always thought it was just a fat bug capable of spinning silk and refining golden pearls.
The Golden Silkworm King, or rather the golden-haired handsome man at this moment, lazily stretched his body, his shimmering golden robe accentuating his skin as pale as snow, his beauty almost mesmerizingly unusual.
Who knows what material it was made of; it looked a bit like silk.
He tilted his head slightly and gave Luna Sutton a smile captivating enough to charm all beings: "Of course, I am a sacred creature; mere transformation is no challenge. So how about it, Luna? My human form isn't any worse than your beast husbands!"
As he spoke, he glanced at Corbin Crowley, whose face was dark as the bottom of a pot.
He actually wanted to say he looked better than Corbin Crowley, but swallowed his words, lacking the confidence...
Corbin's silver eyes shot icy glints almost solidifying, his aura turning dangerous and cold.
