When the cloak was placed in the chest just now, even the ground slightly collapsed under its weight. Excluding the chest's own weight, the cloak itself was obviously over a hundred jin. Yet now, as Mu Hanyan wore it on her shoulders, she felt no pressure at all, as if it was as thin as cicada wings and as light as silk floss.
Had she not felt the solid sensation brought on by the strong defense of the Divine Artifact, Mu Hanyan might have thought she was hallucinating.
Across from her, Pang Dezong and Zhao Sinin both widened their eyes, staring at Mu Hanyan as if they had seen a ghost.
It was successful, successful on the first try.
