C40 Xuanyuan Sword

Hearing the Purple Gold Qilin's words, Xuanyuan Wentian stood there in a daze, his mouth formed an "O" shape. Purple … Purple … "Zi …" He didn't know if it was because he was too excited or because of something, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"I think that the Purple-Gold Unicorn's head should be covered in beads of sweat by now." It's the Purple-Gold Unicorn