However, seeing the deadly seriousness in Xuan Long's emerald slits, An Mo sighed and raised his hands.
He began to weave the golden threads of a barrier, sealing the air around them. Once his personal dimension was complete,
An Mo picked up a gold goblet of the finest wine, leaning back to take a nonchalant sip. "There. We are invisible to the heavens. Now, what is so..."
Gulp.
Xuan Long opened his jaws. The jade green egg rolled out, glowing with a light so pure it made the place look even more celestial. Xuan Long caught it deftly with the tip of his tail, cradling it like the rarest diamond in existence.
PFFFT!
An Mo did not just spit out his wine; he sprayed it across the white wall like a fountain. He choked, coughing violently as he pointed a trembling finger at the glowing object.
"A... a Teng Clan... egg?" An Mo stammered, his nonchalant mask shattering into a million pieces.
