"What's that?"
Zhuang, relishing his morning tea, popped a delicate little pastry into his mouth and looked inexplicably at Lin An.
"Have you never tried it before?" Lin An's eyes shone as he looked at Zhuang, "To practice the Breathing Skill from scratch again, starting from the stage of being an apprentice to a Witch-hunting Knight and rotating the Furnace anew to condense your very own pair of antlers?"
Zhuang rolled his eyes, "If I had the talent like you and Mr. Zhang to condense a Furnace Core on my own, I wouldn't need to inherit my dad's antlers."
"But you once had it!"
Lin An rubbed his hands together excitedly, full of interest, "You're very familiar with the power and rhythm of the Antler Furnace Core, and now if you were to condense it again, it would be much easier than when you were an apprentice!"
"This..." Zhuang took a cold breath and was immediately choked by the pastry he was eating, coughing for a while before hastily downing the black tea from the table.
