The armour had already lost its shine, Laurel wondered if it was worth the seasonings.
Ling Xuan stepped forward grabbing the armour, she stared at it for a moment, her fingers brushing the hard breastplate. She could strangely feel the overwhelming aura from the armour, and the moment her fingers touched it, it trembled.
Ling Xuan frowned, then black energy oozed from the armour, wrapping around her fingers. And she felt the strong murderous aura of the armour. For the first time, she felt her heart racing in her chest from both excitement and fear.
"Should we melt the iron and see what we can get from…"
"No." Ling Xuan cut Laurel off immediately, her eyes darkening at her for even thinking of such a thing.
"Take it easy, it's not like my suggestion is a bad one. At least if we want an armour, we should get one that is cool." Laurel said, shrugging her shoulders. She couldn't feel anything from the armour that made it feel special to Ling Xuan.
