The egg-like black ball continued rubbing Li Yao's face. It was soft, fat, and warm, like the pink bottom of a baby.
Seeing that Little Back, who had been accompanying him since his childhood, was now reborn in a brand-new form, Li Yao was filled with mixed feelings, almost shedding tears of joy. "Excellent, Little Black. So, your real identity is not a flying sword but an egg!"
Little Black's pointy tail waved in dissatisfaction, as if it were saying, "I am not an egg!"
"Then, what are you exactly? I've never seen such magical equipment before!"
Li Yao could not have felt stranger. He extended one of his fingers and jabbed Little Black.
He had never seen such a weird material before. Even 'liquid metal' was not enough to describe one ten thousandth of Little Black's qualities.