Early the next morning, the moment Lou Gao opened his eyes, he immediately got up. Only when he saw that the Thunder Dragon Armor was unharmed did he let out a sigh of relief.
Looking up, he saw Zhou Qing sitting cross-legged on the ground, seemingly cultivating. He had not wanted to disturb him, but Zhou Qing opened his eyes and said, "Senior Lou Gao, aren't you going to sleep a little longer?"
"Though I'm old, I'm still a Soul Sage. One night is enough to restore my energy."
As he spoke, Lou Gao yawned. He gazed at the gleaming golden armor hanging on its rack and stepped forward to appraise it. However, he did not touch it, merely examining it with his eyes. "Excellent craftsmanship. From the design of this chainmail alone, I can tell it is the work of a master."
After saying that, he looked toward Tang San, who was still resting, and sighed. "At such a young age, you already possess such skill. You are indeed better than me, but I have still won this contest!"
Although Tang San's Crimson Armor was undoubtedly more dazzling in appearance, how could chainmail compare to his armor in terms of defense?
In particular, the soft armor lining this suit of armor was made from the dragon hide of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon with more than eighty thousand years of cultivation. Moreover, the entire suit had been consecrated with his Qi and Blood. The two reinforced one another and gained a touch of spirituality. It was absolutely beyond comparison with ordinary goods.
Thus, Lou Gao's confidence swelled to the limit!
"Not necessarily."
Zhou Qing pointed at the Crimson Armor. "This armor set is extraordinary as well."
"Wait, you never made it clear before. Don't tell me you intend to