Ye Muyu finally received the iron pieces on the day before Chu Heng's departure.
She spent an hour connecting the pieces, creating armor. Each piece stood alone yet restrained each other, polished smooth. After chopping at it with a sword, Ye Muyu found that the blade slid off. Another chop produced a clink but did not break through the defense.
However, her strength was small, so the results didn't count.
That afternoon, she went to the training ground and put the armor on a straw dummy.
She said to Lu Chuan, "You attack."
Lu Chuan hesitated, "Lady, what if I break it?"
"This is armor. If you break it, it means it's unqualified. What's there to hesitate about?" Ye Muyu waved her hand, irritated by his indecision, and directly commanded.
Lu Chuan dared not disobey the order; he closed his eyes and reluctantly brought the knife down.
The sound of metal striking metal rang out.
Ye Muyu remarked quietly, "Didn't you eat enough?"
