The wheels creaked over the uneven official road, the carriage swaying constantly, with the sound of horse hooves coming from beyond the thick, trembling curtains.
Zhao Douan slowly calmed the surging qi mechanism within himself, his eyes lowered as he pondered over the dark red armor, where a streak of bright red shimmered across its surface.
The day before leaving the Capital, the Red Flame Saint Armor was finally fully "recharged." Although it hadn't been tested in real combat, comparing the armor's color intensity when it was with Prince Heng and now with him, Zhao Douan judged that this Holy Relic from the Zoroastrianism six hundred years ago had been restored to its peak state.
"Just a single full recharge almost drained all the reserves. This thing needs to be used sparingly, only for life-saving purposes, otherwise, it must not be used."
