Pan Yizheng walked towards the fortress in a bad mood.
"Would they send it to me? No way!
"Don't you know how stingy you are?"
Su Qingfeng chuckled.
It's unlikely for Pan Yizheng.
With my disgraced status, the Military Department wouldn't just randomly give me a knife.
Besides, if anyone were to give it, it would be the Shenchu Corps. I have no connection with the Miracle Corps.
"This knife belongs to your son.
"He trained in the Ning Beast Jungle for a while, and when he left, he brought back this mystical knife.
"Originally, this knife was meant for me, but unfortunately, I can't quite handle it, so it ended up with you, an unreliable dad."
Pan Yizheng still felt a bit reluctant.
"Su Yue."
Su Qingfeng licked his lips.
No wonder this knife ended up in my hands; it turns out it's my son's possession.
"Pan Yizheng, it's a good thing you're weak."
Su Qingfeng patted him on the shoulder.
Now, holding the mystical knife, he could even feel Su Yue's warmth.
