Noah turned around incredulously to look at the pair of beautifully harmonious dragon wings behind him, with scales and feathers perfectly distributed. To his eye, every inch, every millimeter was flawless.
But his dad thought otherwise, believing this old geezer really had no taste and no personal opinions, only knowing how to go with the flow. Just look at this shapeshifting humanoid form, simply devoid of any uniqueness.
"I thought you knew everything, but clearly you only know part; since that's the case, isn't it normal for little Noah to grow a pair of dragon wings you've never seen before? Other than showing your limited knowledge, what else does it show?"
Noah's adoptive mother Selena's words were as sharp as ever.
"You're right, perhaps it's a legacy left by an ancestor I wasn't aware of."
Angelis, instead of getting angry at being scolded, fell silent for a moment, then nodded. When he looked again at the wings on Noah's back, he offered quite a positive assessment,
