"Bro, I've successfully reached Foundation Establishment!"
Jun Mo rode his big cat over while Ye Fei was processing game outside his front gate.
He had only reached Foundation Establishment at noon today, and now he could come out and play again!
"Not bad. Congratulations on reaching Foundation Establishment. What gift would you like?"
Ye Fei finished processing the last animal, stood up, and asked the expectant-eyed Little Daoist what he wanted.
That expectant look was too obvious to ignore.
"I knew you'd give me a gift, bro! Then I won't stand on ceremony. Once I've gathered all the materials, help me forge a flying sword, the kind you can fly on..."
Jun Mo gestured to show the flying sword's length and width, then brought up the most important point.
He wanted a flying sword, the kind he could fly on!
"..."
Ye Fei stared at Jun Mo for a while longer. Right now, he wasn't sure whether he could actually forge this flying sword.
At least, he couldn't right now.
The last few times he had forged sword-shaped magical artifacts, he had considered making a flying sword, but the facts had proved that without a recipe, he couldn't do it...
"Not right now. Just... maybe after some time has passed, when the antlers on your Phantom Spirit's head have grown nearly ten centimeters long..."
Seeing Ye Fei fall silent, Jun Mo knew that asking for this gift now was a little difficult.
But he had seen it. His bro really could forge flying swords, dazzling in appearance and immensely powerful...
"Once the antlers have grown, huh... All right. When I can do it, I'll forge one for you..."
Ye Fei glanced at Phantom Spirit, whose innocent eyes showed no awareness at all of having become a point of reference, and