The idea crossed Master Duanmu's mind.
But he soon deemed it impossible. He was a dignified Level 9 inscription master, the number one inscription master in Nest! No other cultivator was as important as he was.
The crown prince was a man, and in Master Duanmu's eyes, men should find women as disposable as clothes. The only thing that mattered to a man was a great career.
Hence, Master Duanmu despised Feng Wu and thought that he was the best.
By then, Feng Wu had turned around and was staring at Master Duanmu. "The drawings are pretty good. You're halfway through building a fighter jet. Is there more?"
Master Duanmu smirked arrogantly, as if he couldn't be bothered to talk to Feng Wu.
The crown prince flared up again.
However, he remembered his agreement with Feng Wu and frowned at Master Duanmu. "Speak!"
Master Duanmu's heart lurched. Was the crown prince a little upset?
