"Exactly, with a Master ancestor handling it, it's naturally a piece of cake." Di Wu Chuan stroked his beard, smiling, "Brother Sikong, do you want to go sit up there?"
"What?" Sikong Shan looked up, eyeing the rooftop, feeling annoyed, "Do you think I'm like the ancestor, able to fly with ancient martial arts?"
"It's no big deal, I can take you." Di Wu Chuan, wearing the mecha Ying Zijin made for him, felt proud, "See, I can fly."
Sikong Shan hadn't reacted yet when Di Wu Chuan hoisted him up onto the roof.
Sikong Shan looked at the mecha on him, paused for a long time: "Alright, Old Master Di Wu, when did you get such a good thing behind my back?"
Blinked the light out of his eyes.
"This is from my Master ancestor." Di Wu Chuan said leisurely, "If you have the skill, go find yourself a Master ancestor."
Sikong Shan: "..."
He was bitter.
He was jealous.
