"No," the man kneeling on the ground respectfully said, inadvertently, a drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead, unnoticed by anyone.
"Fine, I'm in a good mood this time." With that, he slapped the two piles of discarded machinery beside him, and in an instant, the abandoned machinery suddenly flew up and crashed to the ground with a bang, shattering into a pile of debris.
"Zhao Feng," Zhao Feng said indifferently, "Zhao Yun, the Child Dragon, is my ancestor."
Liu Mou looked at the broken machinery before him, feeling a shock in his heart. If an ordinary person were to witness this scene, they would surely be horrified, and Liu Mou was no exception. His heart skipped a beat, and he thought: Is he really just an ordinary person? Besides, when he moved earlier, his hand hadn't even touched anything.
Liu Mou swallowed and said lightly, "Liu Mou, my ancestors are no one of significance." Liu Mou had already lost to him in terms of aura.
