Yang Jing sat cross-legged on a couch, dressed in an ordinary hemp robe. The Celestial Waterfall Sword lay across his knees as he closed his eyes to rest and focus his spirit.
He was skilled in Artifact Refining, and the two sets of Treasure Armor he had forged were said to be impenetrable by all techniques. They had helped Si Taizhen and Iron Head establish their formidable reputations, yet he had never refined any Treasure Armor for himself.
The hemp robe he wore was simply woven from the fibers of some Azure Spirit Hemp. Aside from being a bit sturdy, it had no other spiritual properties.
His physical body was the best Treasure Armor.
Today was the day of the sword fight, yet Yang Jing felt no panic at all. The day before, he had merely taken a short rest to recover his Magical Power and Divine Sense.
