Back in his room, after one setback after another, Chen Ping finally found an opportunity to have a long talk with Electrolux.
Yes, there was no system coming down on him with an iron fist, no Evil Soul Masters eyeing him like tigers, no great crisis of his Sea of Consciousness shattering, and no idiotic Titled Douluo mistaking him for a reincarnated Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
Chen Ping suddenly wanted to burst into tears. What the hell had he been through in these scant two years?!
All he wanted was a chance to chat with his future pillar of support, yet even that had taken so many twists and turns. Was he really still that unlucky bastard who could buy instant noodles and find the seasoning packet missing?
Taking several deep breaths and casting his miserable past behind him, Chen Ping sat cross-legged on the bed, his expression serious.
This time, no one would interrupt his proper chat with Electrolux.
Taking out the Living Being Carving Knife, he guided its life force into his Sea of Consciousness with practiced ease. This time, Chen Ping continued channeling the life force for quite a long while.
The reason was simple: Electrolux kept drawing on that life force without pause.
Until, at a certain moment, Electrolux's voice echoed through Chen Ping's Sea of Consciousness.
"All right, thank you for the effort, young Chen. Let's leave it here for today."
Gray currents surged and churned, coalescing into the figure of an old man within his Sea of Consciousness.
Looking at the old man's face, Chen Ping sensed boundless majesty, wisdom, and vastness, along with a faint, almost imperceptible contentment.
Chen Ping immediately perked up. "Elder Yi, how do you feel?"
Electrolux chuckled. "Not bad. Although I've still forgotten quite a lot of what's in my