Chapter 25: A Plain White Dress!

Outside the grand hall. Taylor Yale sat cross-legged on the stone floor, studying his own Cultivation Technique. A filter. How was he supposed to create a filter like that? He hesitated. He had barely seen any other cultivation methods. Even if he wanted to create something, he could only rely on his own imagination. Imagination. Taylor's eyes lit up. Why didn't he just imagine a filter into existence? No sooner thought than done. He suddenly asked, "Spireprimus, why didn't you remind me...