When the cloaked man first appeared, his cloak had been black, with only the lining being golden.
Now, it had all turned golden, like it was made of gold. It was only because of this change that Chen Mo thought of golden armor.
Especially when the cloak turned gold, the Golden Armguard he wore gave him a faint feeling, as if the golden cloak and the Golden Armguard were connected.
Unfortunately, the consciousness that had once existed within the Golden Armguard had been devoured by him after it was sacrificed and refined, becoming part of his Mental Power.
Thus, what the Golden Armguard possessed now was merely a trace of his Mental Power, so the information about that connection was not very clear.
Chen Mo's feeling was not very distinct, but the golden-cloaked man opposite him, seemingly transformed into another fellow, stared intently at Chen Mo's Golden Armguard with eyes blazing with golden light. His gaze carried a sense of familiarity, as well as something that seemed almost hungry.
In any case, those golden eyes revealed far too many emotions, so many that Chen Mo could not distinguish them all.
"You deserve to die!" the cloaked man said.
However, his voice sounded like that of someone who had not spoken in a very long time. It was hoarse, his pronunciation was unclear, and the language of Siam he spoke might not even have been standard. Chen Mo had to think for quite some time before realizing that he had said Chen Mo deserved to die.
Moreover, Chen Mo felt that this was not the voice of the previous cloaked man. It sounded like someone else entirely.
Chen Mo chuckled, feeling rather pleased. He had also guessed that the cloaked man standing before him might no longer be the same person