Flowing Sunset

They laughed amiably, without the slightest restraint.

Though they were all Spirit Guards, they felt close to Chu Honglin, seeing him as one of their own.

Chu Honglin said, "It is a kind of treasure robe—the Flowing Sunset Treasure Robe."

As he spoke, a chest suddenly appeared in his hand.

The chest was not large, merely two feet square. Its entire body was dark gold, antique and elegant.

The violet-gold chest shimmered with a deep, subdued luster, as though cast from violet gold itself. Its texture and weight came rushing at them.

Bang!

The violet-gold chest landed on the ground.

"Open it." He pointed at it.

A handsome young man stepped forward and opened the chest, discovering that it truly was forged from violet gold and extraordinarily heavy.

When the chest opened, it revealed golden-red garments, like clusters of sunset clouds.

"One for each of you—exactly eight." Chu Honglin said.

While the eight men took the Flowing Sunset Treasure Robes, he spoke with Chu Hongfeng.

"I have been discussing what the Devil Race might do this time with Zhao'er. In the end, we decided to use these treasure robes, then discussed it with Imperial Brother."

Chu Hongfeng frowned. "Will this time be especially dangerous?"

Chu Honglin shook his head. "Zhao'er said that the previous three times had already thoroughly enraged the Devil Race. Given their temperament, this time they would definitely retaliate at all costs. He should have been the one to enter, but alas..."

"Zhao'er may be skilled at subduing devils, but that does not mean his judgment will necessarily be right."

"His understanding of the Devil Race runs deeper than ours."

"How could that be possible?"

"I do not think my feeling is wrong." Chu Honglin shook his head.

Chu Hongfeng smiled. "Then what method does Zhao'er have?"