Everyone stared, dumbstruck. How could something bearing the aura of a Half-Sage shatter so easily?
Though Half-Sages were not immortal, power imbued with Sacred Power could easily endure for a million years, provided it was not eroded by an overwhelmingly powerful force.
The Dragon City Ruins were dilapidated, but almost no powerful external forces acted upon them. There was no way anything here should break so easily.
"Yun Fang, you dare make a fool of me!" Lian Pingchao roared, whipping his head around. The red light in his eyes blazed, the surrounding world's primordial energy shook, and fierce gusts scattered in all directions.
"You must be joking, Mr. Pingchao. Your eyes simply failed you!" Fang Yun stood straight and tall, answering Lian Pingchao without a trace of fear.
Lian Pingchao gritted his teeth. Fang Yun had blocked every word he could say, because he himself had said earlier that if he misjudged something, he could blame only himself, not Fang Yun.
Ye Fangge tried to persuade him. "Old Lian, you're getting on in years, yet your temper is still so fiery. All you lost was a piece of phoenixfire parasolwood. Don't you still have that Demon Sage hide? Who hasn't misjudged something while picking through an antiques market?"
Lian Pingchao asked slowly, "Yun Fang, let me ask you: did you know beforehand that something was wrong with this item?"
Fang Yun countered, "Then I would also like to ask you something, Mr. Pingchao. Did you want this item yourself, or did I force it upon you?"
Blood mist swirled around the entrance to the Dragon City Ruins, and primordial energy trembled. Within the mist, Fang Yun and Lian Pingchao stared into each other's eyes. The other five kept their lips firmly shut, and the atmosphere grew oppressive.
After a long