But Zhou Shitao's worries were clearly overthought.
As soon as his hand reached out, he instantly felt the texture of the clothing.
The fabric was light and delicate, so sheer that if not for the cool touch, Zhou Shitao might wonder if he had grasped at nothing.
When the garment was unfurled, it appeared before everyone's eyes, a silver-white piece of clothing like the bright moon.
Though it had been preserved in the box for over a thousand years, once spread out, the entire garment had not a single wrinkle. It looked smooth like water, shimmering under the light, especially when it swayed; the gleaming myriad colors were dazzling, leaving everyone unable to look away.
Nearly everyone present was captivated by what appeared to be an outer robe, left with nothing but awe aside from their amazement.
No one would have thought that in the Eastern Jin Dynasty over seventeen hundred years ago, such weaving technology existed to create clothing so beautiful.
