Wang Xian knew the Wicked Taoist well. The moment he saw a treasure, he wanted to clutch it to his chest. Not to mention that the Broken Bowl in Wang Xian's hand had originally belonged to the Wicked Taoist. Since the Wicked Taoist knew the Broken Bowl inside and out, he naturally wanted it even more.
"You're full of shit!" The Wicked Taoist glared. "How could this Broken Bowl possibly respond to my call?"
If it were an intact treasure, one that contained spirituality or had already developed an artifact spirit, then as its owner, calling for it would naturally earn a response!
But this Broken Bowl was different. Even if it was extraordinarily miraculous and highly functional, it was simply too broken. Let alone developing an artifact spirit, it was impossible for it to develop even spirituality.
"Why can't it respond?"
Wang Xian shot the Wicked Taoist another disdainful look, then called out to the Broken Bowl in his hand, "Come on, hop for this ignorant Wicked Taoist."
The instant he finished speaking, the Broken Bowl in Wang Xian's right hand truly hopped once in his palm, just as he had said.
The sight left the Wicked Taoist, who had been about to lose his temper over Wang Xian's contempt, staring in utter shock.
What was going on?
The Broken Bowl had really responded?
The Wicked Taoist looked at the Broken Bowl resting in Wang Xian's right palm, then at the Broken Bowl in his own hand. After looking back and forth several times, he shouted at his own Broken Bowl, "Come on, hop for this Taoist master!"
Naturally, the Broken Bowl gave him no response whatsoever.
The Wicked Taoist looked at Wang Xian again, and Wang Xian understood what he meant.
This time, Wang Xian did not say