"This thing seems pretty good!"
"Hey, that's a treasure—"
Emperor Quan's face darkened, and before his words could fall, Yan Zhan lifted the three-foot-long sutra vase, weighed it, then suddenly curled his lips into a smile. He threw it upwards and with clenched fists violently smashed down on it.
'Bang'!
Accompanied by a piercing sound, the porcelain shattered into pieces, scattering on the ground like the remains of a precious vase. Blood streamed down Yan Zhan's arm from his sleeve to the back of his hand…
Emperor Quan's stern gaze fell upon him like a hawk.
"Fuck, you're really harsh on yourself!"
There was two seconds of silence before Yan Zhan's cool face slightly arched an eyebrow.
"If I didn't do this, how else could I uphold your reputation, Lord Quan the Fourth, as brutal and ruthless?"
