"Can you tell me what this pile of junk is?" Ximen Guan pointed at the damaged Speed Light One on the table.
"Uh, it got a little damaged during the battle," Li Xiu said, spreading his hands.
"A little damaged?" Ximen Guan's eye twitched as he angrily said, "You call this a little damaged? It's completely scrapped, alright? I worked so hard to create that Demon Armor for you, and what did you do? You didn't cherish it at all. You wore it out once, and now it's scrapped. Really impressive."
