Bixi looked like a turtle carved from stone, gazingly at Fan Wubing.
The Heaven Nurturing Cauldron pressed on its back for tens of thousands of years had truly been lifted. It felt an unprecedented lightness and comfort, akin to the feeling of rolling and bathing in the mud on the seabed upon its birth.
Those were its happiest times.
In Bixi's eyes, a mix of excitement, joy, shock, and sudden realization flowed, entwining together, leaving its mind in a tangle, filled with complex emotions.
At this moment, it fully understood that the man before it was serious. It couldn't help but ask:
"What do you want to do with this cauldron?"
Fan Wubing looked at the Heaven Nurturing Cauldron hanging before him. Its size was variable and had now shrunk to the size of a golden goblet used by nobility for drinking. He smiled sincerely,
