Yingying flew forward and carefully examined the bronze lamp, brimming with curiosity. The big-headed baby standing within the flame was no taller than an upright finger—several notches shorter than she was.
"Eh, eh—"
Yingying pointed at it and cried out, turning to Su Yun. "A tiny thing only one finger tall! Next to it, I'm a giantess! Scholar, look! How pitiful!"
Yet Su Yun could see the bronze lamp was extraordinary. Its wick was like a spirit root, while its oil had been refined from the cosmic soul of a dead minor universe and resembled a star chart. Clearly, this lamp's power was no weaker than Yingying's!
What was even stranger was that its flame carried an immense amount of knowledge and was exceedingly learned.
Obviously, like Yingying, it could record certain inheritances and pass knowledge onward. The difference was that Yingying mainly lived by gnawing on Su Yun, recording his Primordial Chaos Runes.
That little flame, meanwhile, was likely responsible for carrying on the inheritance of Xin Huo, hence its name.
Comparing the two, Su Yun felt as though his heart had been stabbed painfully.
The little flame called Xin Huo grew angry upon hearing Yingying's words. Its flame stretched upward until it was about as tall as Yingying, and it snapped, "Who are you calling small? Come, let's compare!"
Yingying took out a Small Fragrant Cake and smiled. "You fool, I was only joking with you! Why did you take it seriously? Want some cake?"
Xin Huo could not very well lose his temper, so he accepted the Small Fragrant Cake.
Yingying smiled. "I saw your statue before and recognized you at once. You were on the statues of the Three Holy Emperors in Tianfu Grotto-Heaven! My name is Yingying. If you don't mind, you can take me