An Yunhai didn't say anything else. He only frowned and waited to see what Liu Ye would do.
He really didn't dare to imagine how to sew the ice silk threads which were made by the other party into a single thin silk. Moreover, this kind of situation had happened many times in history. Many tailors made various fantastic ideas in order to achieve the same purpose, but no one succeeded.
The most harmonious and most conflicted. This type of extreme perfection was simply impossible to achieve.
Liu Ye heaved a long sigh of relief. He was trying to calm himself down, just like how he had done during his first few attempts.
Weng—
A sound of metal shaking came out. At the same time, a tiny golden needle suddenly jumped out of the Annamm's needle box.
"Hey!" "What?"
Seeing Liu Ye's gold need
