"Qiao, what's happened to Brother Qiao?"
Qu Yongtao had already sensed that something was amiss.
Aunt Ye then giggled, "Brother Qu, do you know what a Yang Tripod is?"
Qu Yongtao certainly hadn't heard of it.
The term was far too unfamiliar in his knowledge.
Aunt Ye didn't expect him to answer; instead, she turned to Chen Ziyang and said, "Little brother, the coolness of the 'Evil Technique' you've been releasing lately has been a bit too much for Qiao to handle. That's why I've been thinking, maybe we should refine two more Yang Tripods?"
Back in the western restaurant, Chen Ziyang had already known about her idea, so it wasn't a surprise to him.
"Refining a few more Yang Tripods is not a problem, but how do you plan on refining them?"
"Don't worry, with Old Qiao here, refining them again won't be that troublesome."
Aunt Ye said with a laugh, "No need for me to work so hard."
Chen Ziyang understood then.
