At that moment, Huang Lan tossed aside the book on the sofa, instantly removed her flat, oversized glasses, and leaped to her feet. With a curious look on her face, she called out to Xiaochán, "Wait, what's this difficult-to-control change? It sounds really exciting. As it happens, my eyesight is also incredibly sharp, so I'm coming along to see it for myself!"
"Why do you want to join in on everything?" An Yang asked.
"Isn't it because I want to help you? Besides, I told you all ages ago that I'm super fierce. Maybe once I make a move, those strange things will be scared into..."
"Die laughing?" An Yang cut in at once. "And when did you start referring to yourself that way? It doesn't sound cute at all. You should change it back soon. It doesn't suit you."
"Scared to death!" Huang Lan angrily completed the rest of her sentence, then continued, "How was that? Very imposing, right? I learned it from an ancient palace-intrigue drama. Compared to those weak humans who merely call themselves princes, a naturally born King of Ten Thousand Beasts like me is much more suited to such a title. It matches my imposing true form perfectly, doesn't it?"
"Moron!"
"Daoist An Yang, why are you swearing? And you still haven't told me what changed in the laboratory!"
"You'll know when you go and see it." After saying that, An Yang headed upstairs. He had just had an inspiration—a sudden idea, you could say. It involved a minor adjustment to part of the new system's energy-expression structure. It probably wouldn't increase its power, but it might make the new system's energy even more wondrous, giving it more variations and making it easier to manipulate.
He didn't want to rush into experimenting yet, but he