"Ancestral Temple Keeper, if finer witch artifacts pierce the fabric, they might still find a chance to penetrate through the gaps into the body."
As she presented the fabric to Shen Can, the Weaver Girl instead spoke of the shortcomings of the cloth before them.
Weaving the cloth in a short time had exhausted her greatly, thinning her entire body, her lips cracked, and her eyes slightly sunken.
"I don't know if this fabric meets Ancestral Temple Keeper's requirements."
Upon saying this, the Weaver Girl felt a bit uneasy in her heart.
"You've done very well."
Shen Can took out a piece of Treasure Medicine from the Witch Pouch and crushed a little to envelop the Weaver Girl.
Moments later, a touch of blush appeared on the Weaver Girl's face.
Shen Can no longer looked at the fabric but rather at the Weaver Girl.
"Your strength is still too low."
The Weaver Girl rubbed her hands a bit nervously, she had tried cultivating the Martial Dao, but it wasn't going well.
