Even Nezha, an outsider, could see that the entire body of this black hawk was excellent material for Artifact Refining.
Not to mention anything else, just look at those two claws.
Ripped off raw, they'd outclass divine weapons forged by countless master craftsmen.
Lu Ya's movements were sharp, and he didn't bother being polite with Nezha. This bird was clearly killed by Nezha, yet he stripped off all the useful parts for himself.
Seeing Nezha silently stare at him, Lu Ya hung the black hawk on a branch of a giant tree nearby with a rope, his small knife never stopping as he laughed, "What's the matter, can't bear to part with it?"
"No, I was just admiring how sharp that little knife of yours is, wondering what it's made of."
"Oh, you want it?"
Nezha, quite unceremoniously, nodded his head, so Lu Ya laughed even more heartily.
"Even if you want it, I'm not giving it to you."
