"This is really some good stuff, such an amazing treasure, why didn't you give it to me earlier?"
Zhu Ling: ...
Zhu Ling had not expected Wu Bin to be so thrilled about a piece of Ice Silk Soft Armor.
In her mind, such defensive treasures were merely for show rather than truly useful, especially for members of the Dragon Clan.
After all, didn't they already have dragon scales, much more powerful than any soft armor?
It was probably because dragons found this shiny clothing rather attractive that they kept it at the bottom of their chests.
After all, dragons had no resistance to shiny things.
Wu Bin glanced at the Fish Intestine Sword in Nightingale's hand, then gestured towards the Ice Silk Soft Armor he was holding.
"Why don't you try stabbing it with your Fish Intestine Sword?"
Nightingale frowned.
"It's a fine piece; it seems a shame to damage it."
Wu Bin insisted, "If it can't even withstand your Fish Intestine Sword, then what good is it? We might as well discard it."
