Chu Zhiyuan once again picked up the clothes from the box, gently caressing them.
At this moment, the clothes radiated a red flame, as if they were a phoenix ready to soar to the heavens at any moment.
He could feel the burning sensation, even that which touched the soul.
As if nothing had happened, he stroked it once, then again.
Super Sensing Illumination inside and out.
Carefully observing, not missing a single detail.
He felt a lingering breath on it.
It was the breath from the cut, containing an indescribable sharpness and overwhelming destructive aura.
His eyes suddenly became hollow.
Seeing this peculiar expression, Huang Zhengyang was quite curious.
Is Brother Chu using some Miracle Technique on this piece of the Divine Race's damaged clothes?
What is the purpose?
Does he want to foresee the future fate of this damaged garment?
What's worth seeing?
Chu Zhiyuan's gaze returned to clarity.
