"Dragon bone, Dragon Scales, dragon tendon... divine tortoise shell? Heavenly crane spirit? A Wind-Refining Pearl? Divine-fall blood crystal?"
The Elf Queen watched Ye Fei open the Artifact Refining Furnace and put in piles of materials.
At first, she thought it was normal. Although it might have taken more than a dozen members of the Dragon Race to gather that many piles of dragon materials, it was nothing strange.
But after he finished adding the piles of materials, the items that followed left even her feeling a little envious.
Every one of them was an exceedingly rare treasure that was hard to find.
"These things seem pretty valuable..."
Long Heng was coiled around Ye Fei's arm, his dragon head resting on Ye Fei's shoulder. One look at the Elf Queen's expression told him that Feng An really had brought out some good stuff this time.
"They're all right. If you don't work hard enough, you might be using these for the rest of your life!"
Feng An smiled with particular satisfaction.
This was his precious son. Although he had obtained him through scheming, that could not change this established fact.
Equipment being refined for his son had to be the very best!
"Even if I do work hard, I should still be able to use them for the rest of my life, right?"
Long Heng gave him a somewhat listless glance, then continued lounging lazily, his feelings complicated.
He had always thought Feng An had bound him to this identity just for fun.
But why did it now feel as though this guy was seriously trying to be a good father...
This is so awkward!
"With your lousy aptitude, you'll probably use them for the rest of your life. After all, you didn't inherit my talent, so consider it your old