"Where did you find such an ugly black rope? Take it off, it's quite ugly," Shen Zhiyao said, stating an obvious truth.
The rustic charm of the black rope totally clashed with Qinghe's fairy-like aura.
Shen Qinghe felt the black rope on her wrist seemed to have a temper, tightening around her wrist even more after hearing Shen Zhiyao's words, as if it was quite displeased with elder sister.
Shen Qinghe's expression turned odd, she touched the black rope, and it immediately became obedient and no longer tightened, proving to be a good listener.
"Elder sister, this is the Spiritual Artifact I chose this time!" Shen Qinghe said with a smile.
Shen Zhiyao's eyes widened, she thought she had misheard, "What did you just say?"
"This black rope is the Spiritual Artifact I chose!!" Shen Qinghe repeated.
Shen Zhiyao's mouth fell open, she looked at the inconspicuous black rope on Shen Qinghe's wrist in disbelief, feeling as if the world had become fantastical.