The small cistern had been accumulating liquid for tens of thousands of years.... Although holy fardark nectar required a large buildup of ordinary fardark nectar, it seemed inconceivable that after all the years of time that had passed, there would be such a small amount. Normally speaking, though it wouldn’t be reasonable to expect the cistern to be overflowing, there should have been tens of times the amount that was present.0

Except there was clearly only a small film of the nectar at the bottom of the cistern. No wonder a variety of facial expressions could be seen on Feng Lintao and Lan Yao. After all, they had paid a huge price to get this holy fardark nectar. They had made complicated plans, had hoodwinked each other back and forth, and had carried out devious plots. Though the end result was better than nothing, it was still a far cry from what they had expected.0

“It must be the fault of that damned golden rat!!” Feng Lintao growled through gritted teeth. He’d had a bad feeling from the moment he laid eyes on that rat, and though he had been prepared for bad news at the end of the tunnel, that didn’t stop him from feeling absolutely furious.2

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do other than narrow his eyes at the egg in the...4