After seeing Si Jiawen off, Yang Jing eagerly returned to the main house and carefully took the treasure armor out of the wooden box.
The treasure armor felt as light as a feather in his hands, much more so than he had imagined, yet he could clearly sense the formidable defensive power contained within.
He immediately took off the top of his white martial arts uniform and put the dark silver Inner Armor on.
The treasure armor fit him perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made, with no sense of restriction at all. A faint, cool sensation spread from it across his skin.
He put his outer garment back on and moved his limbs. Whether he was clenching his fists, kicking, or performing evasive maneuvers, his movements were completely unimpeded, as if the Top-Grade Treasure Armor wasn't there at all.
Yang Jing glanced down at his chest. The armor's outline was faintly visible beneath his outer clothes, but it wasn't easily noticeable.
