"Ha ha ha, kid, I'm lending you the Flame Valley Mysterious Spirit Tripod!"
Seeing the Elixir Demon's deflated expression, Sword Obsession also put down the Big Iron Hammer and burst out laughing, "Kid, I look favorably upon you. This stinking alchemist, he has no skills but always boasts to me that he's the best alchemist under the heavens, bah!"
"Stinking blacksmith! What did you just say? How dare you lend out my tripod!" The Elixir Demon was nearly driven mad with anger.
"Heh heh, if you don't lend it, it means you're scared. Ah, still an Elixir Demon, huh? I'm ashamed to be considered your equal!" Sword Obsession looked at the Elixir Demon with disdain. Although the two old men lived together, they were used to bickering daily, each digging at the other hundreds of times a day, naturally most delighted to see the other embarrassed.
