Chu Hao waved his little hand with an air of self-importance and said, "What is this? Who do you think I am, the Taoist Master? These are just trifles. I can bring out something even bigger."
Qin Zihao was also surprised and asked, "How much bigger can it be?"
Chu Hao looked at him sideways. Qin Zihao was annoyed. Why is this guy looking at people sideways?
Chu Hao said, "Definitely bigger than yours."
Qin Zihao shook his head and scoffed, "If you can bring out something bigger than mine, I'll eat it."
Chu Hao continued to look at him sideways and asked, "And if you don't eat it?"
Qin Zihao laughed and said, "I'll kneel down and call you Grandpa."
"Fine," Chu Hao agreed, then thought to himself, System, bring me a coffin.
The System responded, "What level does the Host want? The highest level is the Seven-Star Ancient Heavenly Coffin, and the lowest level is the Peachwood Coffin."
Chu Hao thought, Give me the lowest level one.
