"That guy finally succeeded. Sigh..."
The Sky Controlling Bottle flew out of Han Li's robes on its own, and a crisp voice like that of a little girl came from within.
"Huh? This little broken bottle can actually talk?"
It was Jin Tong's first time seeing the Bottle Spirit speak. She immediately flew over curiously, blinking her big eyes as she examined it nonstop.
So long as one ignored the saliva dribbling unpromisingly from her mouth, she did look rather adorable.
"Jin Tong, stop fooling around."
Han Li's expression was exceedingly grave. The Bottle Spirit had always been carefree and indifferent; she could scarcely be said to care even about him, her nominal master. Yet now, she was actually sighing.
After making Jin Tong step back a little, Han Li immediately raised his hand in salute toward the Sky Controlling Bottle and asked, "Bottle Spirit Senior, what happened? Who succeeded?"
"Who else could it be? Naturally, your dear Senior Brother."
The Bottle Spirit replied in a complicated tone. There was some resentment in her voice, but also some anticipation.
"Senior Brother Luo? What happened to him? Is it good news or bad news?!"
Han Li instantly became anxious. He and Luo Hong had known each other since their humble beginnings, a friendship spanning tens of thousands of years.
In his heart, only Nangong Wan could compare to Luo Hong in importance.
"This matter cannot simply be judged as good or bad. But since the Netherworld has yet to collapse, it means he is not someone driven by ambition."
The Bottle Spirit spoke with some relief.
"Bottle Spirit Senior, could you explain in detail?"
The more Han Li heard, the more confused he became, so he could only ask for guidance.
"It would be too troublesome to explain through words alone.