The Jing state young masters could not accept it and were in disbelief.
This light-looking shirt had the weight of ten cauldrons? And Yi Yun was wearing that and handled fifteen levels of difficulty in the array so easily?
This must be a joke!
“The shirt… Can I see it…?” Song Zijun reached out his hand as he looked at Yi Yun with obvious respect. It was the respect given to the strong.
Yi Yun handed over the Flowing Mercury Gown.
Song Zijun held it with both hands and gently felt the softness of the Flowing Mercury Gown as his eyes looked on it with mesmerization.
“Fine workmanship, superior quality. It’s indeed an excellent Flowing Mercury Gown…” Song Zijun reluctantly handed back the Flowing Mercury Gown to Yi Yun. There were heavy clothing that were sold on the market, but those had fixed weights and were similar to armor, making the wearer clumsy and affecting their movement.
But the Flowing Mercury Gown could not only adjust its weight freely, it was also soft and thin. If one ignored the weight, it did not affect the wearer’s movement.
The difference in quality was too big.
Song Zijun had previously worn similar clothes, but the quality was nothing like the one in Yi Yun’s hands.