C52 Golden Silk Armor

The sound of jubilation radiated from Ye Xuan, rippling outward like waves, filling the air above the pavilion before finally fading away. In the courtyard, Ye Xuan's face still beamed with delight. It was unexpected, like the old saying goes: "You can't force flowers to bloom, but sometimes they flourish when you least expect it." Despite his many attempts that fell short of his expectations