Xiao Man explained to them that this wasn't just a pile of scrap metal, but antiques that could be exchanged for a lot of money!
The truth was, Xiao Man didn't know how to appraise antiques. She had simply been riding her bike along the flagstone paths of the countryside, releasing a bit of her Divine Sense to probe for sources of Spiritual Energy. When she was drawn closer to one, she too was struck dumb.
In front of a farmhouse, a bowl-shaped container, so caked in mud its true nature was obscured, lay haphazardly on the dirt ground. It was about the size of a soup tureen. The woman of the house dumped a pile of leftovers into it, and a dog immediately ran over to wolf it all down. The object emitting Spiritual Energy was clearly the family's dog bowl!
