Amidst the playful banter, it took Sun Zhe nearly an hour to completely put the Molting Clothes on Leng Yuening.
The Molting Clothes were very rigid, and its design around the joints made movement difficult, so once put on, Leng Yuening could only stand straight or lie straight.
Sun Zhe circled around her twice, pinching his chin and said, "Hmm, not bad. If someone were to carry you into a coffin now, they might think you're an emperor from three thousand years ago."
"You dare!"
A threatening voice came from within the Molting Clothes.
Sun Zhe laughed heartily and asked, "How do you feel now?"
"Hmm..." Leng Yuening pondered for a moment and said, "It's pitch black, I can't see anything. It's quite scary, but it's reassuring to have you by my side."
Sun Zhe said, "I meant the physical sensation."
"I feel a bit dizzy, probably because it's stuffy, and I can smell a strong herbal scent."
Sun Zhe said, "That's the layer of medicine coated inside the Jade Mummy. Anything else?"
