"Yao Yue..."
"My lord."
"This gray robe is a gift for you, sewn by my own hands back in my hometown. Consider it as if you've already slain me."
Chen Xun spoke softly, taking out an extremely simple robe from his storage ring. "Though it's made of ordinary material, I've nurtured it with my mana over the years, preserving it quite well."
Xianxia / Fantasy
Urban / Fantasy