Yang Yuan did not comment on anything, after all, he had never truly fought in a battle: "Brother Wuming, could you give me one of your scales?"
Scale?
Ao Wuming was puzzled, but after thinking for a moment, he took out a scale with a backhanded motion.
This scale was not something he had just taken from his body temporarily, but one that had fallen off previously.
After all, on the battlefield, getting a few scales knocked off from fighting every day is a common occurrence.
And because he was worried that enemies might use his scales for some nefarious purpose, he collected them all.
Under normal circumstances, he would never give his scale to someone he didn't absolutely trust.
However, he felt that Yang Yuan wouldn't use his scale to harm him, after all, Yang was already so strong that if he wanted to cause harm, there wasn't any need for such trouble.
"Thank you for your trust, Brother Wuming."
