"That old bastard said your equipment and pills would Level-Up when you made them, but it doesn't seem quite so absolute... Don't glare at me, that's what he told me. And... tha..."
Looking at the set of Magical Artifact-grade equipment before him, Long Heng made a few habitual complaints.
But when he thought about his current condition and how he would need looking after for the foreseeable future, his little face suddenly reddened. His eyes wandered everywhere except toward Ye Fei, who stood opposite him.
Saying thank you was fine over messages, but he really couldn't get it out face-to-face...
"My current luck bonus has all gone toward making pills for Feng An. If you wanted equipment to Level-Up, who knows how long you'd have to wait before you had clothes to wear..."
Ye Fei reached out and held Long Heng's swaying little head still, getting the Little Dragon Person, who had spent a whole night recovering yet still showed little change, to settle down first.
"True, a Level-Up could be trouble too. I still have too few Survival Points. Earning money is so hard, I don't even know if I can afford all those materials. And now I can't even access the World Channel..."
Long Heng sat beside the pool, looking down at his reflection.
It wasn't just his appearance that had shrunk to a tiny child's; even his Combat Power had fallen to double digits.
Before, he had been able to switch back and forth himself and had enjoyed playing around with it. But now he couldn't change even if he wanted to, so naturally, he wasn't in a good mood.
His True Dragon Body needed to be repaired before it could be reshaped, and he was too weak to take on a normal human form. His current