The matter of the mist troubled Han Yu for an entire night.
First, he couldn't see the pills, let alone refine them; it was impossible to even take them out.
Second, Glass seemed to have her eyes covered. Her mouth didn't stop all night, clamorously talking non-stop, dragging Han Yu into conversations with her.
"What to do? I can't see a thing."
The Artifact Spirit spoke with urgency.
Han Yu was helpless! It was done by Ping, not him.
Honestly, although he held the authority now and could allocate it as he pleased, his understanding of Ping was still superficial.
He only knew that Ping could produce all sorts of strange pills, which, when consumed, could extract various feedback to repair itself, and even reciprocate to him.
Beyond that, he knew nothing, not even the Artifact Spirit was aware of its own origins.
A Ping, three authorities, on Ping, it could randomly produce either heaven-defying or utterly limitless pills.
