Upon hearing this, Zhuo Baojie's furry bear face immediately showed a very human expression: embarrassment.
"This disciple has always been cautious in speech and conduct, not daring to cause trouble for Master," he said quietly.
Lei Jun nodded. "Mm, so the trouble wasn't caused outside. Continue."
Zhuo Baojie became even more embarrassed, but not daring to hide anything, he hesitantly pulled something out from behind him.
It was the Yin Yang Pen, the Magic Artifact that Lei Jun had given him when he became a disciple.
It looked the same as when it was first received.
But Lei Jun already knew that several bristles on the pen were broken.
Compared to the total number, it hardly counted for much.
But the Yin Yang Pen was, after all, a Magic Artifact personally refined by Lei Jun. Its quality and Spiritual Nature were extraordinary. Its bristles, though fine, were anything but fragile, far surpassing any ordinary brush.
