บท 57: Embroidery

Chewing on a blade of grass, Ai Hui was sitting in the old man’s small junk garden. He suddenly saw the copper armor and noiselessly shifted himself a bit further away from it.

The previous experience was simply so miserable that even a guy like Ai Hui, who had a steel heart full of determination, was traumatized.

The old man did not notice Ai Hui’s subtle movement. He was busy elaborating on his analysis of the results.

“... low aptitude and a lower affinity between your body and elemental energy are actually not bad things. Other than allowing you to endure purer energy, the lower sensitivity allows you to absorb it from a wider scope. Precious racing horses, for example, are gifted but picky about food and are fed better meals than humans. A worn out, old horse like you can’t run fast but can endure well and is easy to manage. You’ll eat whatever grass there is and survive well. Eh? You’re really eating grass!”

Ai Hui continued to chew on his grass sluggishly.