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... oud Silks. Don’t mind that there isn’t a single flower or pattern on the robe, as every stitch, every thread was personally sewn by the Embroidery Mother herself…” The store owner bragged as he took the robe down. Bai Yang took it and tried it on. It just so happened to fit, so he bought it.


By the time Bai Yang walked out wearing the new clothes, his demeanor had changed from an arrogant, wild demon to an elegant immortal cultivator.


Clothes are to people as saddles are to h ...

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