The next morning, with the wake of sharp and resonant rooster's crow, Luo Chen blinked open his sleepy eyes.
Heading into the courtyard, he drew some well water to wash up simply.
Duan Feng was up even earlier, fiddling with a flying sword in the yard.
"What are you doing?"
"This magic tool has been damaged, cleaning it up and planning to buy some materials for repairs."
"You can repair magic tools?"
Luo Chen was extremely surprised but then it seemed like he remembered something, realizing all at once.
"That makes sense. You're from the Duan family, famous for having an Ice-Fire Spirit Spring. They're the best at tool casting."
Mentioning the name of the Duan family, Duan Feng's face visibly darkened.
The atmosphere in the courtyard turned cold for a moment.
Luo Chen realized that the relationship between Duan Feng and the Duan family was perhaps not harmonious.