"Uncle Master, what are you doing!"
The little turtle's head sprouted several question marks, "Pretending to be a hair ornament, huh!"
"A green turtle shell hair ornament doesn't quite suit the composed temperament of an aspiring young man of the Human Race."
Li Ping'an calmly stuffed the little turtle into his sleeve.
"Uncle Master, don't stand on my head again in the future."
"Why not?"
"It concerns the dignity of the Heavenly Emperor."
"Oh, that's the reason, you should have said so earlier! Just toss me out if you need me to act... unless I'm asleep."
Li Ping'an exhaled lightly, his figure turning into a grey streak of light, swiftly heading towards the small world in front of him.
Within the small world, the sun, moon, and stars overhead were merely projections of those in the main world.
