Inside the room.
Mo Li stood rooted to the spot, his whole body rigid.
He looked down at himself, then raised a hand to feel around.
Nothing. There really was nothing.
The Soft Armor was truly gone!!
"This..."
Mo Li paled slightly, struggling to recall what had happened last night.
Drinking, discussing mathematics with Jiang Xiaobai.
Then mechanisms, and afterward, they seemed to have mentioned the Mystic Scale Armor.
After that... Mo Li's brows drew tighter and tighter.
He remembered saying something about Soft Armor.
Beyond that, his mind held only a jumble of images. However hard he tried, he could not piece them together.
Mo Li hurried over to the clothes rack beside him and searched it carefully. Nothing.
He checked behind the screen, beside the bed, and even opened the cabinets to look inside. Still nothing.
"Steward Chang!"
Mo Li could not help calling out.
Almost as soon as he spoke, footsteps sounded outside. Before long, a figure hurried in. It was Chang Ying.
Seeing Mo Li standing there, visibly flustered, Chang Ying paused, then sighed softly. "Young Workshop Master, you're awake?"
"Yes. Steward Chang, where's my Soft Armor?"
Mo Li looked at Chang Ying, his voice growing urgent. "The Soft Armor I usually wear!"
"You gave it away."
Chang Ying looked at Mo Li, helplessness in her tone.
"Gave it away?"
Mo Li froze again at those words. "Who did I give it to?"
"Heir Jiang, of course!"
Chang Ying sighed and stepped forward. "You drank too much yesterday and were having a wonderful time talking with Heir Jiang. When the Mystic Scale Armor came up, you said you had Soft Armor that was lighter and fit more closely."
"And then?"
Mo Li's voice grew quieter.
For some reason, a very bad feeling suddenly stirred in his