This could not make up for the resources Xu Changqing had just given him.
For one thing, Xu Changqing had given him plenty.
For another, the quality had been exceptionally high.
This was more a polite exchange: you gave me something, and I gave you something in return.
Xu Changqing took it and explained, "I don't have three children. I only have one. The other two are disciples I took in over the past few years."
He then examined the Wind Biao Horse hide closely.
It felt silky smooth, without the slightest roughness or grain.
Even the seams fitted perfectly. Without a close look, he would never have noticed them.
He had never heard of the Fur-Clad Technique before. Presumably, it was a spell unique to the Central Region.
But he had to admit, it was intriguing.
If he had the chance, he could try learning it someday.
He had a feeling it could do more than this, that it held greater potential.
For instance, if he incorporated the Fur-Clad Technique into the Puppet Technique, wouldn't he be able to make a fake indistinguishable from the real thing?
Pei Mo froze for a moment, then teased, "Knowing you, I thought three sounded like too few. I never expected you'd have only one."
Xu Changqing clapped his hands and laughed. "Haha!"
"I suppose it's that handsome little fellow?"
"He's my second disciple!"
"Then it's the round-faced girl?"
"She's my eldest disciple!"
"Don't tell me it's the half-human, half—"
"Yes, she's my daughter!"
Pei Mo stared blankly. His gaze went unfocused, and it took him a long while to collect himself. Then he drew a deep breath and sighed. "Damn. That's impressive!"
Xu Changqing grinned, then called outside, "Linglong, Xiang'er, Feng'er! Come in and thank your Uncle Pei!"
The three youngsters quickly