"This clay pot, along with any Spiritual Liquid, I give to you Grandmaster!" Ye Chen said earnestly.
"Words spoken, water thrown, the clay pot represents my heart, Grandmaster, you must accept it!"
For figures in the Nine Dragons, this clay pot was a creation of fate, but for someone with insufficient strength like Ye Chen, it may well be a huge calamity.
Ye Chen wanted to throw out this calamity in exchange for some favors.
"No, the more I look at this clay pot, the more alarming it becomes. It is not my destined treasure. I just want some Spiritual Liquid!" the Chaotic King insisted, completely unmoved by Ye Chen's words.
However, this was also because of Ye Chen's relationship. Had it been anyone else with the clay pot, the Chaotic King would have killed for it long ago.
"Grandmaster, do you truly not want this clay pot?" Ye Chen grinned.
