Lu Ran gently held the Smoke and Mist Silk in one hand, savoring its extraordinary texture.
It was as light as morning fog and as delicate and smooth as silk, with a golden-red gloss reminiscent of a magnificent sunset.
Lu Ran was inwardly delighted~
The Smoke and Mist Silk seemed to perceive Lu Ran's admiration, slowly rising and swaying to create a graceful melody on its own.
Lu Ran admired it for quite a while before he realized there were still three distinguished people waiting in the cave.
Looking around, Leng Tianxing remained stern-faced, Leng Tianyue also had an icy demeanor, but with a softer gaze.
Huangfu Zhao, on the other hand, smiled warmly at Lu Ran without any reservations.
He even gave off a feeling of paternal affection...
The three present were indeed from the generation of Lu Ran's parents; the Leng siblings looked similar in age to his mother, while Huangfu Zhao was simply an "uncle".
