Mr. Bottle led the way, traveling through the Spirit World.
Chen Lun and Mr. Pot followed close behind.
After advancing to the Middle Sequence, Chen Lun had gained some confidence in using the Spirit World as a "wormhole" to travel between places in the physical world, provided he had an anchor for his destination.
Otherwise, he could very well become lost in the Spirit World.
The pale blue, blurred scenery in his vision twisted and streamed rapidly behind him. In just a few minutes, Chen Lun had followed Mr. Bottle across thousands of miles in the physical world.
"Mr. Bottle, do you still remember the anchor for the place where we first met? If possible, please tell me, so I can return home quickly."
Chen Lun asked Mr. Bottle up ahead as they traveled.
"Of course I remember..."
Mr. Bottle's head rotated a hundred and eighty degrees, facing Chen Lun with a chuckle. Then the circular tattoo on its forehead glowed faintly, projecting a beam of light that vanished in an instant.
The beam struck Chen Lun's face in the blink of an eye. The next second, understanding dawned on his face.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Bottle."
"You're welcome. We're friends, aren't we?"
Mr. Bottle's face whipped back around, and it continued leading the way.
"Mr. Silver Flask, it's hard to imagine that such a frail body of yours hides strength comparable to the Pot Clan's...!"
Mr. Pot spoke beside him.
"Even putting those wondrous abilities of yours aside, your body is nothing like a human's, especially those scales growing over your skin. Even my fists could barely break through them, and couldn't do enough damage to you."
Chen Lun smiled, shook his head, and said:
"Mr. Pot, I know you still have plenty of trump cards you haven't