Qin Ming's heart trembled. In the distant and unknown depths of the Night Mist World, someone actually mastered the technique of "Golden Needle and Thread."
He couldn't help but ponder; over nine hundred years ago, one of the sources of the Silk Scripture, the Master Ancestor Qin, left Ye State alone to venture deeper into the Night Mist World.
There is another saying that the Master Qin was an outsider to begin with, and perhaps it wasn't really a journey but rather a return to his origins.
Qin Ming's heart surged. Could this be related to the Master Ancestor Qin, or to a branch of the Qin family?
The Dream Insect, barely the length of a fingertip, shimmered with light particles, sometimes appearing as an insect, sometimes as a human, both blurred and ethereal.
It emitted a gentle glow, with near-transparent wings adorned with scattered star spots, lightly flapping like stars twinkling in the night sky.
"Is this the fifth-ranked Strange Insect in the world?"
