A Track Worth Over a Hundred Million

Yuan Qi's focus was strongly attracted by some kind of strange things floating in the air just as he entered the workshop.

Under the illumination of lights, floating golden threads whose diameter did not exceed one-tenth of a hair in the air glimmered.

Occasionally, one could also see some extremely thin and almost transparent golden foil fluttering, transforming the workshop into a dream-like ocean.

"This is..."

The golden threads and the golden foils seemed to have been possessed by some demonic spirit as they danced around Yuan Qi.

Yuan Qi could not help but stretch out his hand, but the golden threads and the golden foils were too light and too soft just like a gentle breeze, just like flowing water, quietly slipping away from the gap between his fingers, leaving only a faint velvety sensation on the fingers behind.

Prior to this, Yuan Qi never knew that touching a metal could ever cause such a wonderful feeling.