Chapter 97: Embroidery Genius

The workshop was filled with rising mist. Ai Hui, who was wrapped with the Blood Bandage, was fully focused. His actions were extremely slow—slow to the point that it was unable to detect his movements with the naked eye. However, his body had seamless coordination, as if he was a statue of a mummy that exuded strength and beauty.

The silk was as fine as hair. It was wrapped around the tip of his finger while the other end was immersed in the hot boiler.

Behind Ai Hui was a chunk of completed silk. However, the mist kept rising, and the old man couldn’t discern it clearly. But judging from the number of bundles, it was definitely of considerable length.

What the old man’s eye could see was that its length was already more than three meters.

The old man swallowed hard. With a heart filled with anticipation, he lowered his voice and asked, "How long is it?"

"No idea." Han Yuqin did not spare him a glance. Her gaze was filled with passion as her gaze never left Ai Hui.