"This Spirit Tool is pretty good. It's already reached its limit. If not for the limitations of its foundation, you really might have refined an Immortal Artifact..."
Feng An returned to Ye Fei's home with Little Phoenix in the evening.
Seeing that Ye Fei's equipment was finally no longer so bulky, Feng An decided to tell Long Heng tonight that this weak human finally looked a little less ugly.
By his standards of beauty, thick cotton coats, Bearskin Coats, and anything bulky all fell into the ugly category. After all, the members of his own race were all slender...
So when Long Heng had asked before, Feng An had never said anything.
He had not meant to hide it deliberately. He simply disliked that appearance and could not be bothered to describe it.
"It's all right, I suppose. How's Fire Dance? What did you take it out to eat?"
Ye Fei looked at Little Phoenix as Feng An handed it over, then cradled it in his arms and examined it. It really was not in very good shape.
As for the Spirit Tool, he barely managed a reply before transferring his remaining two hundred or so points of spiritual energy into his palm to smooth Little Phoenix's feathers.
"It had too little wind affinity, so I took it to eat a wind spirit. Sure enough, its bloodline was lacking. Just one wind spirit left it stuffed... It's not like you can't see. Just look for yourself."
Watching Ye Fei's distressed expression, Feng An once again confirmed that this fellow's brain did not work very well.
It was not as though his eyes could not see. Was this what they called worry clouding your judgment?
No matter how many times he saw it, he still found the way humans thought a