On the day Qi Jia divorced his ex-wife Su Wan, he left with nothing but a bronze cauldron from his ancestral home, so battered that even a junkyard wouldn't want it. But that night, the broken cauldron started talking and cursing. It claimed to be the ancient divine artifact Yan Ding. It had a terrible temper, plenty of quirks, and a sharp tongue, and it thought its new owner was a good-for-nothing chatterbox. Zeng Yan once said he wanted to smash it, only to be told that if he wanted to unlock its divine power, he first had to win an argument with it. From then on, the man and the cauldron traded insults every day and tore the house apart every night. His ex-wife thought he was crazy and ran off into the arms of the young master of the Qi family; a foolhardy thief thought he was down on his luck and climbed over the wall in the middle of the night to steal the cauldron; the antiques world thought he was making things up and trying to pass off a fake. Until the day of the auction, when Yan Ding shattered its display case and acknowledged its master in front of everyone. One shout of "Shut up, for this lord's sake!" left every expert in the room unconscious. His ex-wife came crawling back in tears, the thief knelt and begged for mercy, and the Qi family bared its fangs. Zeng Yan picked up the cauldron and kicked over the appraisal table. "Too late. I'm done serving you." But in the dead of night, a message from an unknown number left him unable to smile: "The cauldron is in the hands of the Qi family? Then what is the one you have?"
