"What are you holding?" Zhou Buhuo asked.
Qin Shou pulled out a long wooden stick from the pot. If a disciple from the Wenqu Palace or someone from Artisan Valley was here, they would certainly recognize what it was, but unfortunately, Zhou Buhuo did not.
"What's this?" Zhou Buhuo asked.
Qin Shou said word by word, "A ruler! The ruler of Wenqu Palace!"
"Is there any difference?" Zhou Buhuo asked.
Qin Shou said, "Hmm, it's a bit different from rulers from other places."
"Looks the same to me..." Zhou Buhuo said, puzzled.
Qin Shou said, "You'll know in a bit, oh, is there a bathroom around here?"
"Er... I don't think... there is one," Zhou Buhuo said, and continued to look at Qin Shou with a face full of question marks, not understanding why he was asking this.
Qin Shou sighed and said, "That's going to be troublesome then, alright, let's just consider it fertilizing."
"What do you mean..." Zhou Buhuo really did not understand.
