In truth, he was getting ahead of himself. The birth of an Artifact Spirit was just like that of a human infant—it, too, needed to grow step by step.
The Artifact Spirit of this Artifact Embryo had only just been born and was still in an ignorant, muddled state, lacking a concept of many things.
Thanks to Little Ninth, the spirit felt an affinity for Song Changsheng. Coupled with its own yearning for freedom, this was why everything had gone so smoothly.
To put it bluntly, it had never seen the world, which allowed Song Changsheng to fool it so easily.
"This is it?" The Artifact Spirit's voice held a hint of hesitation. It could feel a change happening within itself, but it couldn't put into words what that change was. It only felt that Song Changsheng had become even more familiar.
