Chen Jixian scoffed coldly, "Using your daughter to threaten me?"
He asked indifferently, "Even if I could help you, do you know how precious the materials needed to forge a powerful professional weapon are?"
Chen Gu quickly took out a bunch of materials, all seized from the Subterranean Shaman last time.
"Is this enough?"
Chen Jixian was at a loss for words. After a long while, he reluctantly said, "It's enough." Then he took all the materials. "It's too late for this mission, but I'll make it for you when I get back."
Chen Gu looked at his retreating figure, a gentle smile like that of an old father unfolding on his face.
After Chen Jixian returned, Boluo was still sitting on the ground resting. Chen Jixian scowled and berated him, "You're the one lagging behind! Still not seizing the time to practice! What are you waiting for? Do you want to make a fool of yourself in front of those long-headed people when we enter Sparta No.11?"
