"No, no, the Dragon Whisker Needles are too precious. I can't accept them." Tang San waved his hand, insisting on refusing them. "If you only want to learn how to control the Dragon Whisker Needles, I can teach you. But this method needs to be practiced from childhood. Starting now would simply be a waste of time—not worth the loss!"
"It's fine. I'm exceptionally gifted and learn everything quickly. As long as you're willing to teach me." Tang San's words delighted Ye Feng.
Perhaps others needed to practice from childhood, but for him, it was no issue at all.
"Alright, then. But don't blame me if you can't learn it." To Tang San, it was only a hidden weapon technique and nothing significant. After all, the Hundred Forms of Hidden Weapons was the true essence, and there was no way he would hand that over to Ye Feng.
Without the techniques from the Hundred Forms of Hidden Weapons, it was merely an ordinary control method. It was not precious to him.
"Straightforward. Little San, I'll keep calling you that—it feels more familiar." Ye Feng warmly patted Tang San on the shoulder.
"Sure. My friends all call me Little San, so I'll call you Brother Feng." Tang San grinned.
"Since we're brothers, don't stand on ceremony, Little San. Consider these Dragon Whisker Needles a gift from your older brother." Although Tang San kept refusing, Ye Feng could sense his desire for them.
So, ignoring Tang San's refusal, Ye Feng forcibly gave him half the Dragon Whisker Needles. "That's that. We'll take half each. It's not like these things cost much anyway. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even have known their value!"
"That's right, Little San. Just take them. It's not like they're worth much," Ning Rongrong chimed in.
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