Chilling Equipment

What those weird officials from the Third Bureau meant was that Fan Xian’s body conformed to standard proportions; the equipment they had provided would fit him perfectly without the need for adjustments.

Fan Xian put on his outfit and frowned as he recalled that night when he was five years old. Fei Jie was wearing the same kind of clothes which were very resistant to tearing.

Senior Disciple Leng explained, "It is mildly resistant to fire, and it effectively reduces damage from bladed weapons. But if someone is coming at you with a great axe, young disciple, I advise that you dodge."

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and spread out his arms. The outfit was in accordance with the newest style in the capital, only it had a hood on the back.

"I shall be taking your hidden crossbow." Leng recognized the crossbow on Fan Xian’s left arm with a glance.