Yu Sheng looked at the pure-white dragon before him, sensing the subtle blood-borne connection between them as he tried to find what was different about it. In the end, he found nothing.
Baili Qing naturally had no idea what Yu Sheng was thinking, nor did she understand the specifics of "blood bestowal." She only saw Yu Sheng suddenly zoning out, and after hesitating for a moment, she broke the silence. "'Blood bestowal' is over? What do we do next?"
Yu Sheng quickly pulled his drifting thoughts back and nodded at her once he had regained his focus. "Next... we charge in one more time."
Eileen hugged Yu Sheng's head tightly. "I-I'm coming with you this time!"
Yu Sheng hesitated, but before he could speak, the little doll hurriedly continued, "I can control things remotely from here, and most of my consciousness is currently in the mass-produced doll network. If something happens on your end, I'll cut the connection immediately... I just think you're unreliable on your own. And that's the Omen Goddess, right? Maybe I can help if I go with you..."
Yu Sheng turned his head and saw the little doll staring straight at him with sparkling eyes. Her crimson gaze held a trace of nervousness—cowardly, yet resolute.
She was nothing like the powerful and carefree blonde-haired Eileen from three thousand seven hundred years ago, nor was she like the gentle yet persistent Omen Goddess who had descended in confusion.
She was simply a little doll who lived at No. 66 Wutong Road. She looked arrogant, but was actually timid.
Yu Sheng nodded and patted Eileen on the back. "All right, let's go together. Just remember to run if things look bad."
Baili Qing lowered her enormous body and drooped one giant wing covered in tiny crystalline scales to