Ling Feng was taken aback by the question, and so was Zhang He, "Isn't that something you know how to do?"
The two looked at each other, and Ling Feng wore an innocent face: "When did I say I could do it?"
Zhang He: "You can't? Then why do you need the Alchemy Furnace for nothing?"
Ling Feng: "..."
With a helpless eye roll, he finally said, "Just because I can't now doesn't mean I won't be able to later. Can't I keep it for future use?"
"You..."
Zhang He was speechless, and if the car hadn't been speeding down the freeway, he'd have wished to get out right there and then!
Ling Feng snickered mischievously, "This is what happens when you don't give advance notice. If you had called me before departing, you wouldn't have made this fruitless trip!"
"Enough with your wisecracks!"
Zhang He glanced at him, then continued, "I don't care, I came here expecting to gain something. No matter what, you have to concoct an Elixir for me!"
"Big brother, stop joking around!"
