Shen Cang collected the "Pheasant" bones, one by one, placing them into an exquisite wooden box.
Little Taotie watched him with eager eyes.
Shen Cang, "I'll craft a pair of gauntlets for you with them."
"Gauntlets?" Little Taotie tilted its head. "Are they pretty?"
Shen Cang couldn't help but laugh, "Bones from the offspring of Ancient Divine Beasts and Fierce Beasts, unbreakable by anything—other people would be overjoyed; yet here you are, being picky. If they aren't pretty, will you not wear them?"
Little Taotie pouted, mumbling, "If they're not pretty… I don't want them!"
Shen Cang, resigned, "As long as they aren't ugly, that's enough."
Little Taotie, recalling its current title of genius little designer, suddenly had sparkling eyes and looked at Shen Cang brightly, "Head Grandpa, I want to design it myself!"
Shen Cang, "…Alright then."
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