"Oh No!" 

The thing falling to the floor was none other than the fruit knife which was previously lying on the table. Once the silver knife touched the hard marble floor, the group simultaneously looked that way. 

"Ugh, Tianjin, can't you calm down? You almost hurt others with that knife." Lord Yang rolled his eyes, showing his disdain but didn't plan to pick up the fruit knife. 

Although the knife was quite sharp since it didn't harm anyone, why should he pick it up? 

He's still trying to figure out a way to solve these two muggles' problems! 

"Tch. I'm trying to find water. There's none. Should I take one from the hall?" Tianjin crossed her wings in front of her chest, not wanting to admit her fault. 

The swan inwardly glanced at the closed balcony window, deep in thoughts. 

"Can you even bring quite a lot of cold water? You will only get one or two glasses. That's not enough to save your master." Lord Yang shook his head.