Objective: One-word Battle Armor

Ever since he had awakened the weak bluesilver grass as his martial soul, Tang Wulin had no choice but to trudge forward, persevering until he found his path to greatness. Now that one had presented itself, he'd be an idiot not to take the risk.

"Alright. Let's give it a shot." Luo Guixing's eyes brightened with determination like the rest of them. Naturally, he understood the advantage of making their battle armors in the first grade. While this plan was a challenge, it was also an opportunity.