"What are you two standing around there for? Come have some tea. Lunch is ready—I'll go bring it out."
Xue Ye's gentle voice pulled Li Changsheng back from his wandering thoughts.
He took a deep look at the Soul Tool figurines on that wall, and the more he looked, the more creeped out he felt.
Perhaps he was thinking that he wasn't the only transmigrator in this world? Or perhaps that transmigrator had become a god? But that did not seem right either. He had never heard of any powerful Soul Master ascending to godhood over the past ten thousand years.
"You like them big?"
Still deep in thought, Li Changsheng sat down beside Shen Yueliang—only for Shen Yueliang to suddenly ask that question.
Shen Yueliang's face was red, and her gaze kept drifting toward the wall of Soul Tool figurines.
Li Changsheng let out an "Ah," clearly at a loss for words. Then, following where Shen Yueliang had just looked, he finally understood.
The figures on that wall of Soul Tool figurines were basically all busty, with elf-like ones making up the majority.
"No." Li Changsheng shook his head with utmost seriousness. "I like ones that fit in one hand."
"Pah. Pervert."
"Who's the pervert? You were the one who asked me, weren't you? I couldn't exactly lie to you."
"But you shouldn't be able to say something like that without even blushing!"
Shen Xiaoqiang, meanwhile, watched the exchange between Li Changsheng and Shen Yueliang with a smile.
"Big Sis, I know a way to make them bigger! Mom taught me!" Shen Yueyue stood on her chair, leaned close to Shen Yueliang's ear, and whispered, "This, this, then that, that, and they'll get bigger..."
Li Changsheng was close enough, and this was not some private voice transmission between Soul