Mr. Fan's words are getting more and more outrageous.
Yang Fan helplessly said, "What baby are you talking about, Master? I haven't lost my mind to that extent, right? Ying is a type of Spiritual Beast, you should definitely know about it, shouldn't you? Are you drunk?"
"Get lost! I've only had a bit over half a pound of wine; it's nothing." Mr. Fan became agitated, then muttered, "Ying, still a Spiritual Beast? How come I've never heard of this? Let me think..."
"Hmm... I don't know, never heard of it. Where did you hear this name? What does it look like?"
"My shoes told me," Yang Fan said truthfully, "Its appearance is quite peculiar..."
Yang Fan detailed the specific appearance of Ying, and Mr. Fan suddenly exclaimed, "Is that thing called Ying? Isn't it Xueya? There are some rumors saying it's made by cowards, and something else... Anyway, there are many versions of it, each slightly different. But based on your description just now, it must be Xueya."
