After a long while, Yao Lao's soul finally settled down.
But he did not wake immediately. He merely sat cross-legged in midair, steadily radiating soul power into his surroundings.
Sun Buxiao and Xiao Yan, who had been watching beside him all along, felt that Yao Lao's soul... seemed a little more solid than before?
It probably was not their imagination.
"The effect's even better than I imagined, huh? Then do you want to try this one?"
Sun Buxiao looked at his specially prepared Millet Porridge in surprise, then picked up the pink tube and waved it at Xiao Yan.
"N-no, let's not. I more or less understand what repression means now, and I'm only a Dou Shi. I can't handle it..."
Yes, he could not handle it.
Not in any sense of the phrase.
Xiao Yan's face turned green when he saw the tube of solution Sun Buxiao was offering him.
"Just take it when I tell you to. You might as well take the other two tubes, too. Whether you let Yao Lao absorb them or drink them yourself is your decision. This counts as a trade between us, doesn't it?"
"Once you've collected some heavenly flames, lend them to me, and I'll give you Soul Solution. Fair enough."
Sun Buxiao grabbed several bottles of Millet Porridge, took a few tubes of the regular stuff out of his Storage Ring, and shoved the whole lot into Xiao Yan's arms.
"Huh? Ah, okay..."
Xiao Yan accepted them anyway, then looked at Sun Buxiao rather strangely.
"You really seem like a fish in water in this world, Brother Sun... What did you do back over there?"
After glancing over and confirming that Yao Lao had not woken up, Xiao Yan cautiously leaned toward Sun Buxiao's ear and asked in a low