“Well done,” snickered Evilmoon.

“You bad person, why did you use me to hit big brother Long Chen?” The one to attack Long Chen was the Demon Moon Furnace. Ling-er jumped out of the furnace and glared at Evilmoon, her hands on her hips.

The Demon Moon Furnace had been refining pills when Evilmoon had suddenly dragged it out of the primal chaos space and struck Long Chen with it. Now, its item-spirit, Ling-er, was glaring at Evilmoon like she would declare war on it.

“My power is linked to Long Chen. If I attacked, he would sense it. The only one capable of sneak attacking him in this state is the one he trusts the most, you.”

“Really? I’m big brother Long Chen’s most trusted person?” Ling-er’s fury vanished, replaced with delight.

“Of course. There is no one who can compete with you,” said Evilmoon.

Ling-er smiled excitedly. “I’m big brother Long Chen’s most trusted person, haha…” But after spotting Long Chen lying on the ground with an egg-sized...