Zuo Yuliang's hands were steady; every movement had reached the pinnacle of skill. With Shen Hao's keen eyesight, he could clearly see that the wax laid down by these hands was spread in perfect, even layers, with not a single spot missed.
"This set of battle armor has been with me for nearly twenty years now. It's seen its fair share of battles, big and small, and it's taken plenty of damage as well. Now, even after all these repairs and patches, it can still be used, but it's just not the same as new armor. I keep it mostly for the memories. But you know, if you don't take care of this thing often, rust will eat through it in no time. Less than half a year, and it would all fall apart."
"Actually, new armor is no different. Hah—even the best things, if left unattended, will rot into an unsightly mess."
