"I'm saying, could you stop making such exaggerated expressions while wearing my old face?"
Hanyu's face darkened as he looked inward into his Sea of Consciousness. Little Glazed's head was about the size of a fist, looking just like a big steamed bun. Wearing Hanyu's childhood face, it puffed out its cheeks until its bun-shaped face swelled like a ball.
Little Glazed bounced around in his Sea of Consciousness, fuming. "That bottle's so biased! It gave you extra, but not me. I was the one who found Young Master Lin, and I was the one who traded pills for his essence. I'm so mad!"
Hanyu was speechless. Who knew why the bottle had suddenly been so generous, giving him so much energy to reinforce him?
If it was enough to make the bun—no, Little Glazed—go berserk, then it had to be quite a lot. Little Glazed was practically greedy when it came to energy; the bottle's move would probably keep it thinking about this for a long time.
By now, Hanyu had been on the ground for quite a while, traveling on foot. Flying was certainly comfortable, but it consumed too much energy. By his estimate, he could only keep it up for twenty li at most.
After twenty li, his Sea of Consciousness would run dry and he'd have to drop. Besides, divine abilities were meant for attacking; they weren't really suited for casual travel.
Little Glazed huffed and puffed for a while, then pursed its lips and rolled its eyes. "Don't get too happy yet, either. You think the bottle would be so kind as to strengthen your divine ability for no reason? It must want you to be more proactive about making pills from now on."
"Or maybe you're about to have rotten luck. It's afraid you'll