Feng Wu had been trying hard to understand this fighter jet.
The Junwu Empire could build the frame, but it was extremely difficult to make the inscription propeller.
Even for Feng Wu, who had the Phoenix Pen and was a Level 8 inscription and formation master, it was still impossible to build one. For now, she could only transcribe all the formations and inscriptions and work on them later.
Not everybody could do that because one had to be at least a Level 8 inscription master to accurately transcribe them.
Halfway through, she heard a knock on the door.
Feng Wu frowned and opened the door to find Elder Helian outside.
"What?" Feng Wu frowned. She had told them no to disturb her.
Elder Helian said, "Mr. Lu is injured. Xiao Wu, help him now!"
"Mr. Lu?"
Feng Wu and Mr. Lu were quite close. Mr. Lu had taken special care of her in the past, so Feng Wu felt obligated to help him.
She said, "Alright…"
