Siniang had once woven a Golden Silk Soft Armor for Zheng Fan and all the Demon Kings. Before leaving the city this time, Zheng Fan had taken the Golden Silk Soft Armor worn by A Ming and Liang Cheng and put them on himself.
He didn't take the ones belonging to Fanli and Xue Three. One was too big, the other too small.
Then, having put on the armor, he mounted his horse. Under the noontime sun, Zheng Fan squinted, quietly enjoying the moment.
The more tense and stimulating the environment, the more he craved such moments of tranquility and warmth. Yet, if he stayed in this comfort too long, he would begin to seek external excitement.
The poor old man fishing and the rich man fishing might seem to be doing the same thing, appreciating the same scenery, but because of their different states of mind, their responses to the environment naturally differed.
