「Half a month later.」
In the bamboo grove's stone pavilion.
The True Flame gradually died down, and the Magic Robe floated in the air. Chu Mu raised his hand to form a seal. As his Magical Power surged, one Artifact Pattern Array Prohibition after another slowly appeared on the pale green robe.
His Magical Power and Divine Sense churned, sending out waves of energy that swept through the area. The bamboo branches swayed, and leaves rained down like a flurry of swords.
A moment later, Spiritual Light flowed over all the Array Prohibition Patterns on the Magic Robe. Finally, the light shot out and vanished into his fingertip.
The robe, hovering in mid-air, seemed to lose all support and drifted slowly toward the ground.
With a flick of his sleeve, he made the Magic Robe float above his palm.
The robe was a pale green, and the fresh scent of bamboo was unmistakable.
