Meanwhile, after the vines and branches were carried back, Qin Ziwu tested their fire resistance.
Watching the vine's surface stubbornly refuse to char under the scorching flames, Qin Ziwu sighed. "This stuff is way too fire-resistant. If Meng Huo's rattan armor had been this tough back in the day, maybe he would have been the one capturing Zhuge Liang seven times."
Cao Biansheng chuckled. "Fire resistance alone isn't enough. How flexible is it? If it's pliable enough, do you think we could make it into rattan armor?"
"Making armor is secondary, really," Yuan Ming said. "We could weave them into large nets. We could trap our prey and then set the nets on fire. What do you think of that idea?"
"That idea's probably a no-go. These vines aren't flexible enough," Qin Ziwu said, setting down a vine he had just sliced in two with his knife.
"Then what good are they? Can't use them for firewood, can't weave them into armor," Cao Biansheng said, his interest fading.
