Lu Bei had no idea what Yinglong was thinking. Given how the atmosphere had developed, he decisively picked up on the topic: "Yinglong, I must confess, I have always been deeply interested in the art of Artifact Refining. Ever since I stepped onto the path of immortal cultivation, I dreamed of becoming a top-class refining grandmaster in the immortal realm. Unfortunately, my extraordinary gifts and perfect understanding have allowed me to pick up anything I learn with ease, which delayed my pursuit until now."
With that, he beat his chest and stomped his feet, blaming his Sword Tao for leading him astray.
Yinglong could barely stand this shamelessness with a glance. He waved his hand, ready to dismiss Lu Bei.
Suddenly, a strange light flickered in the eyes of his paper man clone. "I understand your thoughts. Wait for a few days, and you won't be disappointed."
What do you understand, I didn't even explain anything yet!
