After hearing Zhao Wenju's words, Yang Jing grew solemn and respectfully cupped his hands toward him. His voice was steady. "Yes. Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother Zhao. I will give it my all and never let down the Mountain-Suppressing Peak Master or your good intentions."
Seeing the calm confidence in Yang Jing's eyes, Zhao Wenju nodded slightly in satisfaction. Without another word, he held the gray-black Shadow Garment in both hands and solemnly offered it to Yang Jing.
The leather felt supple and cool to the touch, with the exquisite texture unique to an exotic beast's hide. It was nothing ordinary materials could compare to.
"Put it on here first," Zhao Wenju said, looking at Yang Jing. "This Shadow Garment was made from hide taken from a living Shadow Leopard, then tanned and stretched through secret methods. It's quite elastic. It was tailored to the average build of a young man, so it should fit you just right, neither too tight nor too loose."
Yang Jing accepted the Shadow Garment with both hands. It felt extraordinarily light, almost weightless, and faintly cool against his palms.
He nodded without the slightest hesitation. First, he slowly unfastened his outer robe and neatly folded it atop a pile of odds and ends nearby. Then he removed the High-Grade Treasure Armor he wore underneath, which offered considerable protection.
The armor gave a faint, crisp clink as he carefully set it on the floor.
Only a thin shirt remained on his upper body. He unfolded the Shadow Garment, slipped it over his head, and settled it beneath his other clothes, snug against his skin.
The moment he put it on, Yang Jing felt a membrane-like layer, cool as jade and soft as silk, instantly envelop his torso, shoulders, and lower back.
The Shadow