This was the first time Chen Ping had sensed his own Sea of Consciousness. It was cramped, narrow.
Mm, it had the charm of a five-square-meter room near a subway station in Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou that rented for fifteen hundred a month.
All right, his Sea of Consciousness was actually a little roomier than that sort of room.
After all, he did not need to eat, drink, piss, or shit inside his Sea of Consciousness, so there was no need to make himself suffer by putting the toilet right beside his bed or anything.
His Sea of Consciousness was a gray haze. Chen Ping could walk from one end of it to the other in just a few steps.
At that moment, his System Sprite was sprawled over his Sea of Consciousness as though catching a grasshopper, both hands clamped tightly over a little ball glowing gray, preventing it from flying out no matter how it tried.
Chen Ping scratched his head. This was his first time seeing his System Sprite anywhere other than on the system screen.
She really did look like an elf in the traditional sense, with long white hair, pointed ears, and skin so pale that he could even see the blue veins in her arms.
A pair of large, limpid eyes, coupled with her pale green dress, made her appearance decidedly deceptive-every day, she schemed about how to squeeze some Academic Genius Points out of him.
Especially with her appearance of being only fourteen or fifteen, she looked even more lively and innocent, harmless to man and beast alike.
If Chen Ping had to give an accurate description of his System Sprite, she more or less looked like something born from mixing together most of the images of elves in his memory.
Precisely because