Little Qi lazed on Ye Wutian's shoulder, half-closing its eyes, looking drowsy and about to fall asleep.
Ye Wutian shook his shoulder and called out, "Little fella, perk up."
Little Qi lifted its eyelids slightly, asking in a weak voice, "Master, what do you need all these Spiritual Medicines for?"
"To make Pills, of course," Ye Wutian replied.
"Then what are you making so many Pills for?" Little Qi asked again.
"Why all the nonsense, just help me and look hard," Ye Wutian scolded.
"Oh," Little Qi responded, but its eyelids slowly drooped again.
Just then, Ye Wutian suddenly shouted, "Look, isn't that Little Hei?"
Little Qi's eyes instantly bulged out, "Little Hei, where is Little Hei?" It looked around but didn't see Little Hei and asked in confusion, "Master, where is Little Hei?"
Ye Wutian said calmly, "If you don't keep your eyes peeled, how will you find Little Hei?"
"Master, I miss Little Hei," Little Qi said with a frown.
