Wang Yue was also pondering over some things. He noticed that, although his combat suit was just as sturdy, it was much thinner than his aunt's; in fact, it was less than one-third as thick as her combat suit.
Upon closer inspection of the others' suits, they were similar to his own.
Wang Yue realized that his aunt couldn't be enjoying any special privileges, and that no matter how thick the combat suit, its protective effect was limited, especially for a powerhouse at the Tianyuan Realm like his aunt. This was quite puzzling.
Although warriors no longer feared the cold or heat once they reached the Ningshen Realm, his aunt surely wouldn't wear such a thick suit on a hot day just to showcase her strength.
Subconsciously glancing at his aunt's curvy figure, tightly wrapped in her black combat suit, a light bulb went off in Wang Yue's head, and he suddenly understood what was going on. His aunt wasn't wearing such a thick suit on purpose; she had to wear it that way.
