Fang Taiqing's phoenix's eyeball alone was a few times larger than Ying Huo’s entire body, and Ying Huo's eyes were as small as beans by comparison. Tianming had a really hard time counting the stars within them.

"You fool, taking so long to count them is making me nervous," Ying Huo teased.

"You're so nervous you've got a weird accent. So? How many are there?"

"You'll be dumbfounded if I tell you."

"Stop holdin' back and be out with it, won't ya?!"

"Hey, you're the one with the accent!"

"Just say it!" Tianming pulled Ying Huo to him by its neck.

"Alright. There's nine hundred and ninety-nine, and another that's only half-formed! So, that plus a half! Do you know what that means?" Ying Huo said, readjusting its 'hair’ after wriggling out of Tianming’s grip.

"No, I don't."

"That means the manna was enough for me to break a thousand stars! But as my cultivation isn't high enough right now, the remaining...