The next day, Yan Liqiang woke up early in the morning...
After waking up, Yan Liqiang did not start his morning regime immediately. Instead, he stood in front of the copper mirror in his room, assessing his face from all angles. He even lifted up his head and looked into his nostrils. There didn't seem to be any abnormalities...
"That Psychic Serpent doesn't seem to be that big of a deal. Why don't I feel anything at all?" Yan Liqiang mumbled to himself.
The first thing he did after coming back the night before was to churn out the Psychic Serpent from the 'toy capsule machine' that was in the Heavenly Realm. He then integrated the Psychic Serpent with himself.
Till now, the scene that happened the night before was still very clear in Yan Liqiang's mind. It was as if it had just happened a short moment ago.
It was like what Fu Guang had said: the Psychic Serpent was very small — so much so that it was completely beyond Yan Liqiang's expectations.
