"Really?" Zhuge Yuan's eyes immediately lit up.
"A gentleman's word is his bond!" The Master finished speaking, pulled out a brush, and quickly drew a black clay jar on the wall.
In just a few breaths, the Master reached out and plucked what he had drawn—a black clay jar bound by an iron cage—right off the wall and placed it before Zhuge Yuan. "You have six days. If you can find a way to make this thing go back, you win."
The Master left, leaving Zhuge Yuan, Ding Yuhua, and Lu Mingke staring at the black clay jar inside the cage.
Nearby, fellow classmates gloated. "Making a bet with the Master? You've got guts. Win or lose, you're in for it!"
"No way, the Master isn't that petty." Zhuge Yuan was intrigued. He excitedly ran into the private school, grabbed an oil lamp, and started searching through books for a solution.
