Hmm?
Gong Caiyi asked puzzledly, "Husband, what are you doing?"
Jiang Fan smiled as he took out the dog bowl and said, "I was just worried about what to replicate."
"Isn't this just like a pillow being sent when you're sleepy?"
"Just in time to clean out all the black Spirit Grass from that old relic!"
Thinking of how he disregarded his status and attacked him ruthlessly, a cold gleam flickered in Jiang Fan's eyes.
Taking the black Spirit Grass from Gong Caiyi's hand and placing it into the dog bowl, a brand new black Spirit Grass quickly appeared.
"Ah?" Gong Caiyi lightly covered her mouth, "This... is this a replication?"
Jiang Fan picked up the new black Spirit Grass, examined it, and found it to be the exact one the Heavenly Patrol Sage had once given him.
Its size, shape, even its age, was exactly the same.
"Haha, I snatched this from the Young Emperor's father from a distance!"
