Chapter 437 Elder Sister Ye and Junior Brother Li

The female cultivator was around twenty years old, her figure-hugging Taoist robe showcasing her fine form. Her black hair was tied back in a casual ponytail, her visage stunningly beautiful; the corners of her mouth uplifted in a smile brimming with self-confidence.

What was most eye-catching was not her looks or her heroic, awe-inspiring demeanor, but rather the equipment she wore, impossible to overlook.

The fabric of the Taoist robe was neither cloth nor silk nor fur but was spun from the silks of a Third Order Spiritual Species—the ice silkworm. At first glance, it seemed unremarkable, but the longer one observed, the more one could appreciate the luminous hues that flowed within it. Amidst this flux, elusive cloud patterns emerged, sketching an illusion of a Flame Bird on her chest.

Ice and fire were inherently contradictory elements, yet they harmonized beautifully on this robe, the single item's value astonishingly high.