Watching the potion bottle before him, Richard's lips quivered, and finally, he couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter.
"Mr. Finn, you are indeed worthy of being the Clan Leader of the Gant Family. Your soul strength is truly admirable."
The elderly man beside him showed a trace of pride, "Mr. Charles, you flatter me, it's merely mutual cooperation."
When Richard forcefully removed the cork to take a drink, his fingers suddenly loosened, and the glass bottle fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
The two men present were both momentarily stunned. They looked in unison at the potion spreading out on the ground.
Hearing the commotion, Elizabeth walked in from outside. "Charles, what happened??"
Richard suddenly moved, scratching his head with confusion as he looked around. "Eh? Who has seen my fishing rod? It was right here beside me. I need to go fishing or there'll be no spot left."