Only then did he glance at Feng Wu. "We're all back in the room. Aren't you tired of wearing this Qilin Armor? Take it off. It looks so exhausting."
Feng Wu snorted. "You don't even have one."
Patriarch Huyan said, "Why should I care?"
Feng Wu said, "Well, you don't have one. Master Linghu gave it to me."
Patriarch Huyan smacked Feng Wu on the head. "Kiddo, hurry up. We still have to go back after this."
Feng Xiangnan was baffled by the conversation.
Since when was his daughter able to talk to someone as influential as Patriarch Huyan? And why did she look so familiar with him? And why did Master Linghu give her the Qilin Armor?
Feng Xiangnan was still baffled when Feng Wu reattached his arm and tied it with a pretty bow.
"Father, you have to be careful with this hand from now on. Don't move around before it recovers. Otherwise, it'll affect your ability to use the sword." Feng Wu reminded him in a serious tone.
