"If you were interested in my little sister, this journey wouldn't be so boring," Iron Tower thought.
According to his initial plan, his sister should have become Daoist couples with Han Feiyu and given birth to a child during this long journey.
If everything went well, his little nephew should be at the foundation establishment stage now, capable of flying freely in the sky.
Unfortunately, things didn't go well.
Thinking about this, Iron Tower sighed deeply.
"Eldest brother, you're sighing while we're eating. What's up?" Iron Blue approached with a plate of Crystal Long Meat and asked.
"It's nothing. Just feel that the three of us seem to lack something, feeling a bit lonely," Iron Tower hinted evasively.
Iron Blue blushed and returned to cooking following the cookbook. Han Feiyu, on the other hand, casually continued his meal. He'd grown immune to such comments after hearing them frequently.
