"And then there's this piece of junk. The sword embryo's made from a lump of scrap iron, and the forging is so crude it looks like some village blacksmith's practice work. The runes carved on it are uglier than ghost script, and the spiritual energy channels are a complete mess. It's a wonder the thing didn't explode on the spot. You call this a sword?"
He curled his lip and delivered his final verdict. "It's too dull to chop wood, and if you use it as a fire poker, you'll probably get calluses from the handle. Keep it, then. You're just kids who haven't seen anything good. You can use it as a toy."
"..."
"..."
The siblings, Su Wan'er and Su Che, were completely dumbstruck.
They stood with their mouths hanging open, their minds utterly blank, as if billions of thunderbolts had struck at once inside their heads.
A Profound Tier Magic Treasure... was... a toy?
A High-grade Spirit Stone... was... a glass bead that hurt your hand?
Was this world... insane? Or were they?
They felt the values they had built up through years of bitter cultivation shatter into pieces under Lu Yuan's offhand words, leaving not even a scrap behind.
Lu Yuan seemed not to notice the siblings' ghost-struck expressions at all. He stretched, stood up from the rock, and brushed nonexistent dust off his backside.
"Right, you're useless now, and it's getting dark. You two can deal with these piles of human-shaped trash yourselves. Don't leave them here to offend my eyes." He waved a hand as if shooing away a pair of flies. "If that's all, I'll be off. I still need to find somewhere to take another nap."
With that, he turned around and made as if to leave.
Only then did Su Wan'er