Mi Lan was completely dumbfounded. This bell was neither very large nor very small; if it could not be put away, was he—the brilliant, dashing, and magnificent Lord Mi—supposed to carry it around in his arms all day?
"Hey, can't you get a little smaller?" Mi Lan sighed at the broken bell in his hand.
Yet the very next instant, he gave a violent start. The black bell in his hand shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, finally ending up the size of a child's fist, resting quietly in Mi Lan's palm!
Chapter 328