Are You Making Fun of Me? (1)

The master and disciple looked at each other. Ji Ying took a deep breath and said to Master Duanmu, "Master, please leave everything to me. I won't disappoint you!"

With that, Ji Ying sat in the flight cabin.

With a bang, the fighter jet's door closed.

Everything was ready, and it was time to take off.

Everyone's attention was on Ji Ying.

If Ji Ying could take off, it would be an iconic victory for the entire Junwu Empire!

There was still blood on Elder Wu's head. He glanced at Master Duanmu angrily. "You actually hid this from us. Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

Master Duanmu looked at the blood on Elder Wu's forehead and felt a little guilty. "I really didn't dare to reveal it earlier because I haven't developed a method to mass-produce inscription propellers. Elder Wu, please forgive me."

Elder Wu snorted.

However, he was still proud of the achievement.