Though Lu Feng was deeply shocked by the term "Netherworld Dragon," strangely, he did not feel much doubt in his heart.
Perhaps he had long harbored such suspicions. Now that he suddenly heard this explanation of a "Netherworld Dragon," one more reasonable than an ordinary "Netherworld Wolf," he naturally accepted it once he put himself in that frame of mind.
And judging from the Netherworld Bow's performance, it truly should not have been something an ordinary Netherworld Wolf could possess.
If it had been forged after hunting a powerful member of the Dragon Race, then it made far more sense.
Thinking of this, Lu Feng could not help understanding the source of Qingtian's vigilance. So he had been worried that Lu Feng, or someone behind him, bore some grudge against the Dragon Race and committed the vile act of hunting dragons to forge bows. That was why he had dug to the root of the matter before deciding whether to answer Lu Feng's questions.
Facing everyone's inquisitive gazes,
Lu Feng let out an awkward laugh before saying sheepishly, "If I said this bow was a gift from an ordinary hunter, made from an ordinary beast—a Netherworld Wolf—would you believe me?"
Though he now knew the truth was likely not as he had said, he had no idea how to explain it, so he could only repeat that old explanation.
At his words, Qingtian and Nan You Ling's pupils suddenly contracted. When they exchanged glances, strange expressions surfaced on both their faces.
Lu Feng had thought the two of them would curse him for "making things up" or "trying to fool people," just as Qu Qiqi had.
Yet neither of them showed the slightest doubt. There was only indescribable astonishment in their eyes.
"You believe me?"
Lu Feng was utterly baffled