"You can call me Handsome Brother Dong!"
"...Or, Cute Brother Dong, which one do you prefer?"
Seeing no reaction from Chen Yu, the clown added another line.
Chen Yu looked once again at the clown's face. Despite the painted clown makeup, the look always gave off an evil, eerie vibe that didn't relate to handsomeness or cuteness at all.
So, he rejected that nickname once more.
Seeing Chen Yu not joining in the conversation, the clown picked up the topic himself, "What kind of Spiritual Artifact do you need made? Brother Dong guarantees your satisfaction."
"I need two pairs of wings fused into a single flying treasure."
Chen Yu stated his requirements.
If the other party couldn't accomplish it, there was no need to even bring out the materials.
"Oh? It sounds difficult, but for Brother Dong, it's a piece of cake."
The clown said with an air of full confidence.
Though the clown guaranteed results, Chen Yu felt... even more unsure.
