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The moment Chang Xuefeng put down his knife and fork for the last time, the plate in front of him disappeared.

 

"Have we just decided not to talk about the sentient house?" he mused as he patted his mouth with his napkin before putting it on the table. "Because this is the first time I have ever come across one, and I…" his voice trailed off as if he didn't know where he was trying to go with that sentence.

 

Never, in any of the realms, no matter how much magic was involved, has there ever been an inanimate object that was able to think, create things from thin air, and shift depending on the whim of another. Hell, there weren't even whispers of it happening.