Bai Hanyun's eyes lit up when she heard what Feng Xiyan said and asked, "Feng Xiyan, you also have soft armor there?"
Feng Xiyan nodded, then walked to the inner part of the tent. Before long, he returned with a golden-colored soft armor in hand.
Placing it on the altar, he explained, "This soft armor is made from gold threads by skilled craftsmen. My father obtained it in his last war against the Li Kingdom."
At this point, he paused as his father's final words flashed in his mind.
Noticing his silence, Bai Hanyun called softly, "Feng Xiyan?"
Snapped out of his memories, Feng Xiyan smiled. "Yes?"
Bai Hanyun studied him for a few seconds before asking, "Can you produce more of this kind of soft armor?"
Feng Xiyan shook his head. "The main material is gold thread. To craft even one piece, we need an enormous amount of gold."
Listening to this, Bai Hanyun rubbed her chin in thought. "I see. Since it's so hard to make, it must be extremely rare."
