The atmosphere of internal memes within the iron melt has completely disappeared—without a carrier, naturally no fragment of memory could be preserved.
"You acted way too fast, didn't you?" Sun Hang glanced at the iron melt on the ground that had already begun to solidify, unable to resist the urge to make a sarcastic remark.
"Obviously, you finished faster on your side..." Wang Xiyi rolled her eyes at Sun Hang, "You trying to show off with me or what?"
"No... What I mean is, I was planning to absorb it..." Sun Hang shook his head helplessly, "Mr. Wang, this is a serious waste of food, you know."
"Alright then... Next time we encounter a supernatural entity, I'll definitely leave it some breath of life and bring it to you... Do you prefer it steamed or braised?" Wang Xiyi fluttered her wings lightly and landed next to Sun Hang.
"I like fried." Sun Hang replied.
"That's somewhat unhealthy." Wang Xiyi laughed again, "But I just love the unhealthy stuff."
