"Divine weapon?"
The moment Qin Fengqing heard the words "divine weapon," his eyes widened as he stared at Lu Hao. Ever since learning about Old Wang's situation, he had looked through countless ancient texts and asked many instructors about it, so he knew just how precious divine weapons were.
Wang Jinyang's had been left behind by his past life. There was no point in being jealous of that—but what right did Lu Hao have? He had just taken a trip to the Ministry of Education and come back with a divine weapon?
Qin Fengqing was so envious that tears nearly flowed from the corners of his mouth. "Hey, Qin Fengqing, wipe away that drool. Is it really necessary? It's just a seventh-rank divine weapon."
Lu Hao spoke as he watched Qin Fengqing's dreamy expression.
Qin Fengqing instinctively wiped at his mouth, only to realize that Lu Hao had tricked him. There was no drool at all. Lu Hao and Wang Jinyang burst out laughing at the sight.
"Old Lu, Old Lu, hurry up and tell me why Minister Zhang gave you a divine weapon. Don't tell me you're Minister Zhang's illegitimate son—"
What if I acknowledged Minister Zhang as my father right now—
Qin Fengqing spoke with a wistful look, but before he could finish, he froze on the spot as if someone had struck him with a massive hammer.
"Lu Hao, was that you?"
Wang Jinyang raised his brows. Could a seventh-rank martial artist really be this powerful? He had not sensed the slightest fluctuation of mental power. That should not have been possible—his own mental power was not weak either.
"Not me. Think about who Qin Fengqing mentioned last. That's who did it."
Lu Hao shook his head.
When Wang Jinyang first heard Lu Hao say it was