Tian Qing didn’t accept it, shaking his head, “I am already not qualified enough to wear this armor. I’m giving it as present to you, younger brother.”
Long Haochen smiled at him, “No, big brother. Don’t tell me you believe that I am unable to win a set of Mythril Foundation Armor by relying on my own strength at our Knight Temple?”
In a flash, Tian Qing remarked, “Right! With your strength, winning a Mythril Foundation Armor won’t be a challenge. That way it will be your own honor. Haochen, it’s really good that you’re safe and sound. I’ll not be saying anything more on this subject. I am not fit to act as your big brother. In the future, if you need any help from our team, no matter how high the danger is, we won’t spare any cost. We will be standing with you shoulder to shoulder. Then I’ll not keep bothering you.”
