The Ghost King hadn't even finished his gloating when Shen Lang's figure mysteriously vanished on the spot.
A rather unremarkable small cauldron floated in the air where he had been standing.
"Shameless human, hiding inside a Magical Treasure!"
The Ghost King materialized as a cloud of black mist and began to curse, "So shameless! So cunning! So utterly shameless! If you have any guts, stop hiding! Come out and fight me fair and square!"
"Damn, calling me shameless? Who was the idiot hiding and skulking around before? Get lost. I'm going to have a cup of tea and take a nap first. Don't bother me, or I'll crush you!" Shen Lang's lazy voice drifted out from within the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron.
As soon as Shen Lang's voice faded, Nalan Ziyun's also rang out, "Alright, don't pay any attention to that old thing that's neither human nor ghost. Come, let's have some tea first. This is a 150-year-old Cloud Mist Tea. It's good for calming the nerves."
