Time blinked by, and several days had passed.
Evening.
A golden light flashed from the guest room of Qu Tan'er and Mo Liancheng.
Then it gradually faded, until it disappeared.
Qu Tan'er stared at the flexible yet tough thread Mo Liancheng held in his hand.
After half a month, he had not stepped out of the room, as he was meticulously crafting a weapon to his liking.
It was made from the golden threads found within the body of the Black Jade Spider.
At that moment, Mo Liancheng's bowl moved, and the thread flew out, as nimble as if it were alive. Shortly after, it rolled back up and vanished between the fingers of his right hand. A trace of satisfaction appeared on his handsome and peerless face.
"Chengcheng, is it finished?"
"Mmm, it's better than the original."
