Yu Sheng understood Baili Qing's current feelings very well. Although he didn't know much about the Ancient Holy Spirits, it wasn't hard to imagine Eileen's situation. A rough comparison would be that a group of bigshots had gathered together to create a super soldier, throwing in every good thing they had and personally teaching it with great care—bear's strength, leopard's speed, eagle's eyes, all tossed into the synthesis station—and then, with a bang, a massive construction project later—
Out came an epic-grade paramecium.
That paramecium was now standing on the table, looking high and mighty, swaggering around and acting incredibly arrogant. She felt no shame—in fact, she was proud of it...
Perhaps the expression on Yu Sheng's face had been a little too obvious. Eileen, who had been standing there with her arms folded and posing, suddenly realized what was going on. She widened her eyes. "Hey, what's with that look? Isn't this what I'm like because something went wrong? Besides, I'm still really powerful! I even broke that con artist's legs in the parking lot! And back then—back when I was at my peak—I might've been even more powerful. So many Ancient Holy Spirits blessed me..."
Yu Sheng couldn't hold back. "And then you screwed up your first mission?"
The little doll immediately leaped into the air and bit him. "...Yu Sheng, can you stop bringing up the fact that I screwed up my first mission?!"
Huli heard the commotion beside her and silently moved the several plates in front of her aside, finding a quieter spot to continue slowly gnawing on the remaining chicken feet. She was more or less full now. If Eileen had started causing trouble beside her when the meal had just begun, Huli could have slapped the little doll onto the ceiling with one