It's fair to say so, yet there's also an intrigued look in her eyes.
And the girl beside her, holding the sleepy Dragon Bubble that's about to flip over, couldn't help but nod and smile: "...Indeed, very familiar, feels like I've always been hearing it."
Zumama and Liko looked at them with a bit of surprise.
Beside them, Chelina, sitting elegantly, also smiled and made a rare joke: "Isn't that how the saying goes?"
"Why should the century-long cultivation, accumulated power and wealth of a noble family compare to the efforts of a rare genius in just a few years?"
Remyu blinked: "Huh? Is that how the saying goes? Isn't it the other way around..."
She glanced at Lin Guang and Zumama: "Uh, but it makes sense."
Lin Guang reached out, his dark golden Spiritual Power gently stroking the cold and rough armor shell of the Angry Iron Plate, then gave it a pat.
The sound wasn't loud, yet it echoed clearly in every corner of the workshop.
