Including the Weaving Fairies and Wenqu Sun Killer, they all subconsciously stopped their tasks and turned to look toward a corner of the lakeshore.
Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a huge contraption appeared, made up of many iron pipes connected together.
Everyone's pupils couldn't help but shrink in unison, as they lost their voice in a scream:
"What kind of monster is this?!"
A monster?
In the eyes of mortals, those structures of wood and iron, their mouths exhaling white steam and constantly emitting loud roars, indeed qualified as monsters.
The "mouth" of this monster devoured the colorful clouds that flocked to it, and from its "rear" it output strips of colorful cloud brocade.
There was no need for someone to control the spinning wheel with great care, no need for another to press the pedals with their feet, manually controlling the shuttle...
