"How should I address you then?" Lu Ye suddenly realized this issue.
A sonorous voice issued from the pure spirit light: "You can call me whatever you wish."
"Hat?"
In shape, the Heavenly Machine Disk indeed resembles a hat atop the Nine Provinces, but it's imperceptible to the naked eye; even from the starry sky outside the Nine Provinces, its actual existence cannot be perceived.
Lu Ye clearly sensed the Heavenly Machine seemed somewhat displeased with this nickname; although it was an artifact spirit, with no particular need for names, having sheltered the Nine Provinces human race for so long, it knew what makes a name appealing or otherwise.
Lu Ye smiled; it seemed that the Heavenly Machine wasn't the usual cold, emotionless artifact spirit, differing from those he'd known before.
