"Are you serious? You've always been dependable. You would never jest with your master for no reason. But this is a Nascent Soul Ancient Beast... Not even many of your senior uncles have one. How could you possibly find one for me?"
After a moment of shock, Lechuan came to his senses. He walked over to Fang Qingyuan and questioned him, staring intently into his eyes.
Fang Qingyuan, however, remained calm. He first pointed to the teacup that had been crushed into fine powder in Lechuan's hand, then said,
"Master, you just said you've weathered great storms and that this matter was hardly enough to faze you."
Hearing Fang Qingyuan's light jab, Lechuan gave an awkward smile, dispersed the residue from his hand, and then said with a stern face,
"I was just careless for a moment. Don't push your luck, you brat... Fine, I admit it. In my three hundred years of life, I have truly never seen anything like this. Qingyuan, hurry and tell your master what's going on."
