The curtain fell at the climax, ending it without warning.
When Xu Xiaoshou's orchid-like fingers that were pinching the needle had settled, the spirit needle was already pulling the sparkling thread, weaving into objects in the air.
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the gadgets in his hand and felt that they were not worthy of showing off.
The anticipation in Fu Zhi was comparable to Yun He, and it was simply too strong for him to bear.
Perhaps this thing alone could not impress him.
Fu Zhi frowned deeply. Disappointment flashed across his eyes.
That disappointment was not for Xu Xiaoshou but himself.
Sure enough...
Sure enough, his realization quality was still lacking.
He had failed and could not realize anything from this mysterious technique.
It was a pity.
Fu Zhi sighed, but...