Scolded by him, the tiger on the cauldron let its porcupine-like fur droop down, its eyes also losing their luster, seemingly having suffered a great blow. Even Ning Xiaoxian, who had just been insulted by its words, felt a tinge of sympathy. Yet Changtian's heart remained as firm as iron, as he pointed at it and said:
"This creature's true form is called Qiongqi. On the day the cauldron was completed, the original owner of this cauldron and I went into the mountains to find the evil beast 'Qiongqi' and took a few drops of its essence blood to forge the cauldron. Since then, the Artifact Spirit has taken on the image of Qiongqi."
