"Damn, you're not stupid!" Ning Xuan blurted out, glancing at Qin Ruonan.
Following his gaze, Qin Ruonan immediately understood what he meant. "Hmph! I'm much smarter than you—"
Qin Ruonan trailed off, realizing how ridiculous she sounded. She wisely changed the subject, holding out her hand to Ning Xuan for the armor. "Give me the Battle Armor!"
Without hesitation, Ning Xuan handed over the Destiny Battle Armor.
But Qin Ruonan refused it. "I want the Divine Martial Battle Armor."
Ning Xuan was taken aback. "The Destiny Battle Armor was your father's..."
"Not anymore. It belongs to you now. Besides, I prefer the style of your Divine Martial Battle Armor." Qin Ruonan didn't wait for him to finish, already taking the armor he had made into her hands and swiftly putting it on.
