After shamelessly begging for a set to take home, Qing Yuzi joyfully told Gu Tao that from now on, he could come over for tender beef anytime he wanted, permanently on the house. Meanwhile, Gu Tao looked at this old guy... and figured that even if he came to eat every day, he could never eat his way through the cost of the set, which was over a million, and that was just the material cost after stripping away the technological costs. How much beef could that buy?
That damn Qing Yuzi.
"Stop playing around."
"But this is really fun," Xiuling, like a child, fiddled with the weapon that could change its form at will: "It can really mimic any weapon, huh! Imagine, if it were based on sound, what would the effect be if a thousand harps played at once?"
"Weren't you supposed to be worldly?"
Xiuling looked up at the weapon she had turned into a meteor hammer and, tilting her head, thought for a moment: "Truly amazing."
