"Kid, I know you little guys like to boast or crack jokes to get your elders' attention, but as far as I'm concerned, a joke like this isn't funny at all!"
Bai Feifei was silent for a moment, her languid expression turning stern.
'So it's true, a newborn calf fears no tiger?'
'How dare a little brat like him spout such outrageous nonsense in front of me?'
'Does this punk even know the first thing about Artifact Refining?'
'Doesn't he know how troublesome it is to repair a Spiritual Artifact?'
'Doesn't he know that those old geezers send me dozens of Spiritual Artifacts to repair at a time?'
'Even if I gave up drinking and sleeping, it would still take me months to finish them all!'
'And "Spirit Level Third Grade"?'
'What does he take me for, a dignified Spirit Level Fourth Grade Artifact Refining Master?'
'This is absolutely infuriating!'
'He looks decent enough, but I guess you really can't judge a book by its cover. To think such a fine-featured boy could be so stupid.'
