Before the morning mist had fully dispersed, Pi Yanlin squatted on the bluestone slabs in the alley behind the Xuan'an Bureau, nimbly rolling a tiny, thumb-sized clay bottle between his knuckles.
Dew clinging to the bottle slid along the lines of his palm into his sleeve, yet he seemed not to notice. In the "Lazy Immortal Formula: Shadow Escape Chapter" that the System had rewarded him with last night, there was a small technique for "condensing energy into dew to conceal objects." He was currently contemplating how to hide this bottle of Southern Border Mandala incense more securely.
"Is the handyman slacking off again?"
Chapter 86