Someone knocked on the door seconds before a young woman entered. She was carrying the armor Wu Jian had won. Wu Jian stood up as she presented the armor to him.
“You can take the cost of this armor off the money I earned from the Yang Fire Flower,” Wu Jian said.
The young woman pressed her right fist into the palm of her left hand and bowed. “I shall inform Lord De of this.”
“Thank you.”
The woman left, and Wu Jian studied the armor with keen interest.
Now that it was in his hand, he was shocked to realize the armor felt a lot softer than he imagined. It still contained an unbreakable sturdiness, but it had yield as he pressed his fingers into the segmented plates.
“Why don’t you put it on?” suggested Huǒ Shuchang. “If you put it on under your clothes, no one will realize you’re wea
