Zhao Luo looked down towards the robe. He placed his hand on the robe's cloth and felt his stomach.
'I can feel the touch. But it's a different kind of feeling.'
Zhao Luo was trying to differentiate between how the sense of touch would feel to him when he was wearing something more ordinary than the Robe of Hunger.
"There are like two walls between my hand and my body. On each side of the robe."
Zhao Luo was trying to explain the feeling he had just felt but he could get it out of his mouth perfectly.
"Hahaha."
Elder Bo laughed savagely.
He would always behave like this when someone would praise his work.
This robe was so special that even his enemies would praise it but he didn't expect that a young man would try to explain the hidden characteristic of this robe by just touching it.
Elder Bo looked at Zhao Luo with his eyes squinted. He was trying to see how they matched together. After a while, Elder Bo started to nod.
