The treasure robe that Yu Miao had sewn for Gu Han had been quite damaged during the Border Wasteland battle. Besides, given his current cultivation level, it wouldn’t be of much use anymore. The one in Zhou Ye’s hands was just right for him.0

Upon seeing Wang Yong’s face growing darker and darker, Zhou Ye felt immense satisfaction. “Young Master, as a sword cultivator, you lack no offensive means, and your killing power far exceeds that of your peers. This treasure robe will complement you perfectly, like a tiger gaining wings!”0

Wang Yong’s face had already turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He no longer felt that Zuo Yang was too generous for giving the Soul-Harvesting Fruit to Gu Han. Stingy! He’s far too stingy! Holy Son, the Holy Land has many good things. If you just asked, the Holy Master wouldn’t refuse! Just like that, our Holy Land looks inferior! More importantly, I don’t have face anymore!0

Meanwhile, Yun Fan was practically drooling as he watched. He vaguely felt that this long robe was somewhat similar to the phoenix-embellished battle skirt Feng Xi wore....0