In Song Daliang's study.
The asparagus fern on the tea table was frail and struggling, as if it could barely support its leaves.
Yet, Song Daliang, with hands clasped behind his back, paced back and forth in the room.
His personal servant, Da Fu, gasped for air as he ran inside and urgently said, "Great Master, I've found out everything. The Kiln Factory fired up the kiln, but out of two hundred pieces of Sacrificial White Porcelain, only five survived. Most cracked due to uneven heating. The experienced craftsmen said it's because the eagle pecked Luo Zixing's eye, causing a mishap."
"Good, good, good!" Song Daliang danced with joy upon hearing this and leapt onto the Taishi Chair, eagerly asking, "What else? What else is there?"
