"Stop doubting," Brother Xian hurriedly said, "this thing was reconstructed by you. If you start doubting it, it'll weaken and then disappear."
Brother Xian patted Mao Feiyang on the shoulder, "First, let's dry your clothes... You seem to have a lot of questions, and I can take the time to explain them to you."
"Hmm, okay," Mao Feiyang nodded seriously.
Brother Xian looked at Mao Feiyang and thought to himself that although Maozi behaved somewhat despicably, he truly possessed a spiritual essence, performing exceptionally in crucial moments as if possessed by a divine ancestor.
Mao Feiyang kept pacing in this dead-end alley, marveling at the walls that maintained brightness and warmth without any visible light source.
"Brother Xian, you must be the real art teacher..." Mao Feiyang mused, ultimately giving all credit to Brother Xian.
This ability to learn so quickly was truly not inferior to the master, Kaiduo's, triple combo with one button.
