The beastman firing the bricks and tiles wiped the sweat constantly trickling down his cheeks as he nonchalantly shared the recent happenings with Chang Ye.
What the beastman didn't see was Chang Ye's body instantly tensing up when he mentioned the pottery that had shattered to pieces.
'Shattered?'
'If even the head-sized basins shattered, wouldn't the pottery he made—the size of a young cub—shatter even more catastrophically?'
'Even though I'm just a lowly slave right now, please, Beastman Lord, could you grant me your blessing and let this pottery be fired successfully.'
Chang Ye stared hopefully at the brick and tile kiln ahead, from which heat rose in constant waves, even distorting the surrounding air.
'Please don't shatter...'
The next morning, Wu Yue was in her courtyard sorting the herbs she had gathered when the gate was suddenly knocked on. This treatment left her a bit stunned.
