Although Hui Mian had always trusted Yi Shuyuan, the little marten was not necessarily so confident in itself every time.
Perhaps Mr. Yi wants me to manifest a Magical Treasure on my own, like a treasure formed after my transformation, or one condensed from divine power and merit once Yunlai's golden body has truly stabilized?
But how could that ever be as good as something Mr. Yi refined?
Usually quick-witted and cheerful, Hui Mian now found itself fretting over gains and losses.
So, while Zhuo Qing reached up to fiddle with her new hairpin and Stoneborn and the others watched wide-eyed, Hui Mian edged closer to Yi Shuyuan and cautiously asked a question.
"Mr. Yi... the treasure-refining fire in the Heaven-Turning Furnace should be out for now, right?"
Back then, the golden coffin of utmost yin had been melted down to create the Heaven-Turning Furnace, in which yin and yang mingled. The remaining materials had produced the Wind-Fire Wheels, Heavenly Gang Mace, and Golden Shuttle Sword, and were very likely all gone by now.
Hearing Hui Mian's question, Yi Shuyuan could clearly sense the unease and faint thread of hope in its voice, even without his synesthetic perception.
Yi Shuyuan had originally wanted to tease Hui Mian with a little scare, but decided against it. His smile unchanged, he merely shifted his gaze from Zhuo Qing's head to the little marten beside his hand.
"Not yet, but we're still missing a few things. Besides a few fine hairs, we'll have to see whether a certain god can clearly sense that brush."
Fine hairs! A brush!
Every cloud in Hui Mian's heart vanished at once. How could Mr. Yi possibly forget me!
But at the same time, the latter half of Yi Shuyuan's words stirred something in Hui Mian's heart. *Sense