“Not this time. Everything I have prepared for you are good stuff. I should have given them to you one hundred years ago. Ahem…”

Old Man Fang didn’t continue the topic, as he didn’t comfortable whether or not Feather was bothered.

“Oh, thank you.”

Feather thanked him politely. The old man was a very good man, except he was a little eccentric at times. Frankly, he was a weird old man that people wanted to respect but couldn’t bring themselves too.

“Oh, yes. I’ve sent the little rascal to play on the other side, and I think he’ll need some time to return. You can stay with me over here for now.” Old Man Fang recalled what was happening with Blue Maple, except nobody knew what sending him to ‘play’ meant.

“Oh.”

Feather acknowledged coldly as he wasn’t bothered by that at all.

“Oh, yes. There’s other good news.”

Old Man Fang seemed to recall something as he spoke with a mysterious look on his face. He deliberately lowered his voice, like he was afraid that other people would overhear.

“What?” Feather tiled his head slightly as he asked confusedly.

“Heh heh heh…”

The old man suddenly laughed inde...